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I received a call from my best friend back home wanting me to come back for his wedding, and since he was going to be married to my cousin, I felt I had to go, and also I’m a photographer by trade, I have my own studio, In Kansas City, ‘Kens Photography’. Well he wanted me to do the wedding photos. And I thought I would, and give the album to the couple as their wedding present.

I arrived back at the old home town where I had grown up and called Benny, He had lived across the street with me and we had been best buds for almost all my life since we had moved into that house when I was three.

Benny was really glad I could make it I told him Hey Benny ya know that cock of yours, I always told you it would get you into trouble, and Now your getting married early because there’s a little Benny, or Benita, on the way, and I laughed, Benny said screw you, and laughed, well I got settled into a Motel 6 room and Benny came over to see me, He almost broke me in half when he grabbed and hugged me, and my mind went back to earlier in my life when we had a sleep over, and Benny and I slept in a Camping Tent dad had set up in the back yard and I found out just what kind of cock Benny had, and we were only about 17 at that time. I had waited untill he was asleep and I reached over and started playing with his cock, and fuck man, It was huge, it felt like It must have been 9 inches and as big as Benny’s wrist, frig man, mine was a measley 6.5 inches and not quite that thick but It was nice enough, And I wasn’t thru growing yet either it’s a nice 7-7.5 inches now and fairly thick.

Well that night I jacked Benny off, cause his cock loved attention, and he woke up on me and told me not to stop he was enjoying that, and then he grabbed my cock and joked about it being a sixpacker, and jerked me off too.

Well here we were both in our early twenties, and Benny’s getting married.

Well we shot the shit and kidded around and Benny said, can I ask you a personal question? I said sure, I may not answer it, but, you can ask.

He said I have never understood why you decided to be gay, I stopped him and said Benny, you don’t decide to be gay, it is what you are, you either are, or you are not. When did you decide to want women for sexual outlet, You didn’t you just always wanted it. He said, I never thought of it that way before, but It makes sense. But your still my best friend and gay or straight don’t mean a thing to me, Fuck man I’d still feel free to sleep with you. I said Benny that could be dangerous, and he laughed.

Benny said I have to go change, the rehearsal is at 5 p.m. tonight at the church, and the dinner is at the old Weprech Wine Gardens afterwards. I said I’ll be there.

Time came and I took my photo geer to the rehearsal, did the setups for the pictures and In walked Benny’s cousin, the best man, He was fucking gorgeous, Benny looked at me and said Brent is not married and I don’t think he goes with anyone either, I knew what Benny was getting at, and said fat chance, knowing how my luck is, well Benny and Peg had their rehearsal and then we went to the Wine Gardens for a dinner.

Brent came over with a Couple beers and said Hi my name is Brent, Benny said you were his best buddy growing up, I was so taken back by his knockout beauty I started studdering, and said thats about the sum of it, He chuckled, and said Hey I could tell you some stories about Benny and me and the things we did, and Brent sat next to me at my table, I said the wedding party is setting up there at the head table, Brent said, Hey man, this dinner is all about Benny and Peg, I’d just as soon set her with you, if that’s o.k. with you? and I said sounds great, then He said would you like this extra beer I got two, and I don’t know why.

We set next to each other and I started feeling that feeling down in my stomach and I was sorta shaking and I grabbed that beer and chugged it all down in about one gulp, Fuck! Brent said, man, Do you drink like that all the time? I said, No not really only when something is getting to me, Brent sorta smiled mischeiveously and said thats it? I said yea, that’s it. The dinner was wonderful, we really had a good time and quite a bit to drink and then Benny said, Man I wish we could have a Stag Party, for me, I said we could go back to my Motel room and pick up some drinks and a couple Porno’s on the way. He said that sounds great, Brent said can I come too. I smiled and winked at Brent, and said How do you mean cum? and laughed, and he said probably the same way you do, he winked and then He laughed.

WE got to the motel room and popped open a couple beers and Benny started one of the porno’s in the vcr, Benny had brought his own vcr to the motel and his nineteen inche t.v. Well we started watching some porno and Brent, said are we invited to spend the night here with you? I said sure, sounds fine with me, I will not be responsible for what I might try to do, after all the drinks and the porno’s tonight. Brent,said , that goes two ways man, and Benny said I’m going to get more comfortable and he stood up and started undressing, Fuck I liked to swallowed my tongue, Brent did the same thing, they were down to their underwear and socks and I stood there with my mouth open and Benny said come on man dont be a party pooper. I looked at Benny and said Benny, you know? and He Said I told you no one here’s afraid of that, Brent said, Afraid of what? Benny said man He’s Gay, And Brent Just looked at me and said awesome, I have never really known a gay man before, I felt a little better and started getting out of my clothes, and We all set down on the only place we had was the king sized bed next to each other and started drinking and watching fuck flicks.

Brent ask me, man when your watching these flicks, do you zero in on the guys cocks and asses and such, and does that turn you on, I said yes, just like girls and their pussies and tits turn on a straight guy, He said wow, that is awesome. I noticed that Benny had sprung a boner and his boxers looked like had a thick tent pole in them, then I looked and I almost gasp for breath and looked and I watched as Brents cock just kinda layed down the leg of his briefs long and thick with the head sticking out from under the leg, and throbbed up with each beat of his heart, I almost got up and left, and I started too. Benny said man, don’t go, The night ain’t over yet, Brent Looked over snapped off the light and reached down and pulled off his briefs and his cock sprung up and said I hope you don’t mind I really need to do this, and then Benny looked over and said Fuck man this is my last night of freedom, what the hell, I sat there between two, fucking handsome naked dudes both with hardons throbbing and I wanted to die, Well Brent was the first to reach down and sorta stroke his cock first and it wasn’t like he was going to jerk off or something and then Benny started, Then Brent, fucking gorgeous Brent, looked over and said we know you have a boner too, go ahead and stripp the shorts off, Lets have a party, And then I really got to going, I looked over and saw pre-cum leaking out of Brent’s 8 inch cock and I notice it was uncut and that beautiful foreskin was about half way back and, I said awe fuck man, I was leaking pre-cum and I was sopping wet with it. I saw Brent and Benny kinda look over at each other and then Benny kina nodded at Brent and Brent said, excuse me, but your hand is in my way, and I said, wha—

and he leaned over and pulled my briefs off, and took my cock all the way to the hilt into his mouth down his throat and started working it over and Benny reached over and started working on my nipples with his mouth and teeth, I thought I would faint, Mother fucker, I was about to pass out, I was already so friggen turned by seeing these two men next to me naked, but I never thought that this would happen. Brent had obviously done this before then Benny reached down and started masagging my nutsack and then I got so fucking excited that I said I need a cock in my mouth and I leaned over and took Brents cock into my mouth and started working it over Benny was smiling and stroking his hardon, then I felt Benny start doing something with my man hole, he was spreading some lube in my asshole, and I started wimpering and grunting and sorta pushing back against his fingers and then he started pushing his cock against it and I shoved it back and his cock broke thru and It stung at first and then the pleasure started building up and Brent looked up and said fucking awesome, man this guy can suck a cock, and Benny said, and his ass feels fenominal, I said fuck yea it does and the Benny shoved his 8 inch cock into my asshole, and I went back to sucking on Brents cock, Brent was stroking me off as Benny plowed my asshole for all it was worth, soon I heard Benny start to gasp like he was breathing funny and then he started really shoving that thick hot cock into my asshole and It felt like it was ten times harder than It started to be, and It was getting thicker, and harder I reached back and almost couldn’t find his nutsack, I was going to massage it and it was drawn up so tight against his body I couldn’t find it. Then it started, Benny was grunting, breathing, gasping for breath and I felt his cock start that jerking, Each volly of cum was a fresh jerk and my intestines was filling with hot man milk it was so intense that my cock started spasming and shooting all over Brent, and Brent got so excited his started to get extremely hard, the head felt hotter and flared out and I started tasting His love cream fill my mouth, God I was lost in paradise, Fuck I felt so fullfilled and satisfied all three of us had gotten off and was still laying there with each other cock in our mouths or hands and Benny was still pushing his three quarter hard cock into and out of my asshole. The feeling was incredible. I licked Brents cock off pulling his foreskin back to make sure I got it all and he was licking his fingers off and Benny spoke and said Fuck Fellas I don’t know when I ever enjoyed the freedom of just pure raw sex before in my life this was just awesome.

We fell asleep and when I woke up, I was still laying there naked with Brents arms around me, He woke up and kissed me on the cheek and said morning, I said morning, Brent had a morning hardon and He said, wish we had time I would love to use that again, but we need to get moving. About that time Benny came in with coffee and rolls from the dele across the street from the Motel.

The wedding went awesome and beautiful and the reception was wonderful, a really nice day, on the whole, no problems, and I noticed that Brent kept looking at me, ever time we noticed each other he was smiling and looking at me.

After the reception was over Brent came over and said Hey, would you like a repeat and maybe more of last night? I said, ‘Is there water in the O’cean’? and he smiled and then we got into my car and went back to the motel. He checked out of his room and brought his things back to mine. He said I have a few days free If you’d like, I said that sounds awesome. I had just gotten into the door of the motel room and noticed a note on the table, it was from Benny, It said Ken, I know your gay, but I hope you enjoyed last night, I set that up for you to enjoy yourself, Brent, My cousin had thought he might be gay and wanted to try, I think you helped him make his decision, Now you two enjoy yourselves, Love, Your Best Bud Benny.

I looked up to Brent and said so you knew about this, He smiled I did, and I didn’t, not like it turned out,but, I don’t want you to go away.

I reached over and said I’m not for a while, but while were here lets be happy together, I reached over and grabbed Brent by the neck and I pulled him over and kissed him on his lips, He just layed his head into my hands and let it happen, started kissing me back using his tongue and loveing every minute of it. I then started undressing him and got him down to his briefs and started sucking on his cock thru his briefs and the aroma of his crotch was like fine wine and his balls were drawing up tight and he was just groaning like he was feasting on fine food or something, I started undressing myself and I layed him down on the bed and started blowing his awesome cock again, He started reaching for mine and he took my uncut cock to the hilt and started making love, we layed in a sixty nine position for a few minutes and then he set up and He said I want you to fuck me, O.k. I said if that’s what you want, have you ever been fucked before, he said, Once when I was younger, I said at first it will kinds hurt and maybe burn, but bear with it, It will finally leave and be replaced with pleasure, and we started, I got some lube out of my bag and started stroking my fingers up his turd tunnel and he didn’t seem to mind that, then I found his love knot and he started grunting and wimpering sorta, and saying that feels fucking fantastic, I then said I think your ready, and he said alright, I set up to his ass and started slowly punching against it and it finally popped thru the orafice and he grunted and said shit man that kinda hurts, I said I know but just push out man and it will relieve the pressure, and he did and said Hey man that feels pretty good, and I started giving him more, finally I looked at him and said, you doing alright, he said great, go ahead and I started pumping and he started feeling it, and starting loving it. I was into it for about five minutes and he started gasping for breath and saying fuck man I’m gonna cum, Ughnnmm, Oh fuck, man and He started cumming without even touching his cock, I started feeling that pulsing down in his rectum from his cumming and I started shooting my load up into his intestines, Fuck this was an awesome sexual experience, I just broke in a virgin asshole and I loved it and so did he. He was saying that was awesome, fuck man I didn’t know an asshole being fucked would feel like that, I gotta do that againd soon. I said Just take it easy when you do and use lube, lots of lube and probably would be safer to have the other guy use a condom too.

Well we became good friends and we spent almost a week together fucking and sucking each other and haveing a wonderful time together.

When I got back home I received a call from Benny, and he said, I don’t know what all you and Brent did after I left on my honeymoon but He thought you were just about the best guy he ever met, He will be contacting you soon for a rematch. Thanks for the pictures and see ya soon. Love, Your Best Bud always. Benny

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I didn’t believe the Chujen, and I was confused. I was being trained for clouds and rain at the spring festival, as was Bao. My training and preparation had been exacting, and I had already pleasured with the kiss of the yangchu act most of the important and famous men who would be bidding at the seed sowing ceremony to take me into my first clouds and rain. But all contact with these jen had been under the watchful eyes of the master of the House of the Green Dragon, the Chujen, to ensure that I remained pure of the clouds and rain and did not lose my chenchieh, my chastity, until the ceremony. The Chujen had said I had done admirably well with the wiles and enticements that had been taught me and that the bidding and the bidders themselves were in a frenzy of anticipation.

But one night, weeks before the spring festival, the Chujen said my time had come early…and that of Bao as well…and I had been roused before dawn the next day and bathed and shaved clean of everything but a silken skein of pigtailed hair at the back of my head. I had also been perfumed, powdered with the enticement powder, and…when what I thought was just one of Chujen’s cruel training exercises and teases turned to the horror of possibility…shown that I would be clothed in the shimmering red brocaded robes of my cloud and rains ceremony.

Chujen had told me of the Kueilo, the foreign ghosts, who had appeared off Haikou inside a monstrous chu’an, floating beneath a billowing cloud. But I didn’t believe him or understand what this had to do with me and Bao.

‘This is far greater than the spring festival, Gaopu,’ he had said. ‘This spreads the renown of the House of the Green Dragon all the way to the feet of the Shengchang of Hainan.’

I knew nothing of the governor of our island province and cared even less, but the Chujen slapped me for my pouting insolence and continued.

‘The Shengchang has been put into a quandary, and he has come to me for a solution. This is an opportunity of generations. And you could not be more honored if your chenchieh could be renewed every spring for the highest bidder. In fact, with the favoring of the Shengchang, the bidding on you should go up now, although I will have to do some fast training and preparation of another for the spring festival.’

I opened my newly rouged lips to speak, but, seeing the expression on my face, the Chujen slapped me again, sending clouds of white powder into the air and a flurry of house servants scurrying about to repair the damage to their hours of work on my face. As luck had it, I still was naked in the wake of the powdering. I would have had better luck if I already had been wound into my red robes. Chujen wouldn’t have dared ruin those with the spray of white powder. As it was, he was wasting a fortune. The intoxicating, yangchu-hardening powder was a dear commodity.

‘If you are successful, I may send you to Haikou, to the Shengchang, who has made certain requests. He is the one who selected you for this assignation. If not, I will turn you out into the streets of Xinzhou, where the fishermen of the town will know what to do with you.’

I remained unimpressed. He often threatened me with the randy fisherman of the town below our cliff. He had invested too much in me for that to be a real threat. At the worst, he would sell me to some dried-up ancient with no seed, flatulence, and a limp yangchu.

‘We are to provide delay,’ Chujen informed me. ‘You are to make the Kueilo who appears for you to dally as long as possible. the Shengchang does not know if the vessel is a shangchu’an or a chunch’an, a merchant ship or a war ship. There have been rumors of these Kueilo appearing at the fringes of the Central Kingdom, but never here. In either case, they must be made to turn away or go down to the depths of the sea. The Shengchang has sent queries to the emperor, but the situation is momentous; he must know if he can simply kill them or not.’

I adopted my humblest look and kowtowed at the Chujen’s feet. ‘But I don’t understand, Chujen. Why are they coming here to Xinzhou? We are simply the pleasure resort for Haikou. What do we have to do with such momentous affairs?’

The Chujen patiently tried to explain, which in itself made me worry. Such reasonableness was not in keeping with the Chujen’s nature. ‘Panicked for delaying tactics, the Shengchang saw the eyes of the Kueilo’s Ch’uanchu, ship’s captain, light up at the offer of a respite of clouds and rain. And he chose the House of the Green Dragon over other pleasures. And the Shengchang insisted on purity…in short, our spring offerings for the seed sowing ceremony…you and Bao.’

Still I did not believe the Chujen. Still I thought this was some sort of conditioning joke he was having. That it was all part of the ritual. What did the outer world have to do with our small pleasure house high on the cliffs over the Xinzhou lagoon?

But later that afternoon, as I reclined on pillows on the veranda of the Vermilion Pavilion overlooking the sea, trying my best not to transfer any of the enticement powder to the red brocade of my ceremonial robes, I began to believe. I could not believe what I was seeing at first. A giant sea bird slowly appeared from around the eastern point of rocks and glided toward the lagoon, guided in by a red barge of the Shengchang that I recognized from his earlier visits to the House of the Green Dragon. A towering, black-wood vessel driven by billowing clouds of white gossamer.

Bao was by my side, in robes of darkest emerald blue. He shrank from the sight of the giant, floating bird and began to breathe heavily. But I was mesmerized by the sight. And aroused. I had always been scolded for my fantasies and attraction to danger, but these were the same traits that had me here, at the pinnacle of empowerment. There was no more luxurious life or power over powerful men than the life of a clouds and rain master.

As Bao’s nervousness grew with the far-off vision of figures in strange, black, close-fitting clothing roping down into the House of the Green Dragon launch that had been sent out to their vessel to fetch them, my interest and curiosity grew.

For what seemed to be hours but was only a short time, we could hear the Kueilo being ceremoniously welcomed in the reception rooms below us. We heard the wheedling, smooth tones of the Chujen, covered by a raucous cacophony of hard, guttural sounds from the Kueilo. It was obvious that neither understood the other, but as the voices of the foreign ghosts grew louder and their speech slurred, we understood that the Chujen had managed to place them under the spell of our special wine, spiced to loosen nerves and cares and enervate the yangchu.

And then two of them were there in the entrance to the Vermilion Pavilion, one on each side of the Chujen, and with a semicircle of slack-jawed and murmuring tunic-clad house servants behind them.

They were both monstrous. The taller of the two, quite evidently the Chu’anchu, was a Hungmao, a red-haired devil. I had read of such in the classics, but they were monsters from beyond the pale. He stood there, a full head taller than the Chujen. And such a head it was. Fully encircled with bright red, curly hair…on top and down the sides and under his chin and his nose. Broad shouldered and thin waisted, he was swathed in clinging sweat-soaked, rough black coat, under coat, and leggings and heavy black, shiny boots, which were not just exotic, but they also must be stifling in the heat of our subtropical island province. I could smell him from here. A meat eater. Underneath the hair and clothing, I could see that the man was of palest hue, the source of the name that had been given to these recent interlopers on our world…THE world: ghost.

The other man, not much taller than the Chujen, but much thicker, all hard muscle, in the body and similarly clothed to the other Kueilo, stood beside and slightly back from the Hungmao, another signal of who was the most important. This second foreign ghost had hair of the tawniest gold, not an auspicious color. We had legends of other such golden-haired men visiting from the outside side, across the deserts to the west, in times past. But they had been famous for their cruelty, and we had absorbed and destroyed them as they deserved. This Kueilo standing before us, one step back from his Chu’anchu, exuded this sense of cruelty. He had a gold ring in one ear and a black patch over one eye, and a leering stare that bore right through Bao and me.

Bao shrank against me, but I looked out at the Kueilo with disdain and with a haughtiness that I had been taught drove some men wild with wanting. I felt all tingly, ready for the challenge of my Shengchang. But the men smelled to high heaven. Before I could stomach even pleasuring either one of them in a kiss of the yangchu act, they would have to be cleaned. And I told the Chujen so in no uncertain terms. His eyes flashed, but he realized, I am sure, that there were limits to what I could do with an unwashed meat eater. Besides, as I was soon to find out, he had already anticipated that need.

As soon as I had spoken, the eyes of both Kueilo focused on me and both smiled that smile I had already seen a hundred times at the House of the Green Dragon. They both wanted me. But it was the pale blue eyes of the Hungmao Ch’uanchu that I met with mine, and I knew in an instant the pairings were settled.

If I had known beforehand what happened then, I would have acted differently. But the future, even the immediate future, is not for solitary Chungkuojen…Chinese man…like me to know…this is knowledge reserved to the emperor or at least one of no lower in the order than the Shengchang.

The Chujen motioned for Bao and me to rise and part. I was waved toward the eastern chamber off the Vermilion Pavilion and Bao toward the western chamber. The Chujen nudged the Hungmao toward the east and the golden Kueilo toward the west, which they both immediately acknowledged and acceded to. The house servants split behind the Chujen, one half gliding toward the eastern chamber and the other half toward the western chamber.

I heard Bao mutter a cut-off exclamation as he and the golden Kueilo both reached the entrance to the western chamber. This was unheard of…for a clouds and rain master to say anything at this stage of the act…and my head snapped around at the sound. The golden Kueilo had already laid hands on Bao. When Bao involuntarily shrank away from him, the golden Kueilo backhanded him across the cheek with such a mighty blow that Bao was propelled through the entrance of the eastern chamber. The golden Kueilo turned and gave the house servants moving in his direction a menacing look that stopped them dead in their tracks and they retreated, backing away from him and bowing low at the waist.

My eyes went to the Chujen for reaction. Under normal circumstances, he would have used his martial arts skills to neutralize such a crass and out-of-control patron. But, though I could see that Chujen’s jaw was set and his body tensed on the edge, he did nothing. That’s when I knew this was a reality. That all he had said about the directive from the Shengchang and the importance of delaying the Kueilo’s return to Haikou was true. True and necessary. Important. Perhaps vital to maintaining civilization as we knew it.

The sounds from the western chamber were rending. The tearing of cloth…which I could see was tearing equally at the Chujen, something I could well understand, knowing the price of a spring ceremonial robe…the crude gruntings of the Kueilo in immediate and full rut, and the cries of Bao, cries that were unthinkable in the House of the Green Dragon, told me in no uncertain terms that the clouds and rain had already started in the western chamber and that Bao’ chenchieh…his chastity…was as good as undone already. I knew that any delay was now entirely mine to provide.

At the doorway to the eastern chamber, I turned and looked up into the pale blue eyes of the Hungmao and tried to convey with every fiber of my being that he would have me but not in the way and at the pace that the golden Kueilo was having Bao. He seemed to understand, and I was heartened to get the impression that he took his pleasures at a much more easy pace than his compatriot did.

At the interior end of the eastern chamber was a bathing tub with steaming water in it. At the open end overlooking the Xinzhou lagoon was a pallet of red silk with mountains of red silk pillow cushions, the home of the clouds and rain, where I would lose my chenchieh.

The Hungmao stood in the center of the room, an amused look on his face, and his arms outstretched and legs in a wide stance, as the house servants slowly but methodically figured out how to unclothe him. The Chujen stood in the doorway from the Vermilion Pavilion, watching the Hungmao being disrobed. He would stand there and observe until the completion of the first clouds and rain. It was his duty to do so…to observe and record the time and place of my loss of chenchieh. It would be marked in vermilion ink, the highest honor…at the pleasure of the Shengchang. Even higher than a link to the spring festival seed sowing ceremony would have been. It added stacks of hsienchien, cash, to my worth for each subsequent clouds and rain assignation.

The Chujen obviously could not observe the moment for Bao, which, from the sounds from the other chamber had already taken place and was moving into a second taking, but the Chujen was a modern jen of practicality. He would simply record what he hadn’t actually seen and he knew that I would not naysay him, even though it was my duty to do so; he knew that I would not subject Bao to that dishonor and loss of future status.

My eyes were also on those of the Hungmao. His eyes were focused on me. He wanted to see my reaction to his nakedness. And, trained as I was, I was already prepared to respond with embarrassment and awe. I was trained to do this for a eunuch or castrati, if faced with that in this situation and they had been given access to me by the Chujen. I needed no training to fall back on, though. The Hungmao was huge in ways I had never seen before. His body was well formed and hard and bulging in muscles, obviously from hard, honest work. He was covered in red, curly hair everywhere. And his yangchu was the heaviest and longest I’d ever seen.

I gulped and my eyes went wide open and my jaw slack…all movements I’d been trained in but movements that came naturally under these circumstances. And my reaction pleased the Hungmao, which I could readily see as his yangchu rose parallel with the matting under us and filled out impossibly larger.

He went into the bath with the help of the house servants. A couple of these carried off his clothing, undoubtedly to be double boiled, and the other house servants began scrubbing him in earnest. The past year’s spring festival master, Wangan, glided into the room with willowy stride and knelt beside the tub. His hands went into the soapy water, and I watched the Hungmao’s eyes slit and the pleasure fan out across his face as Wangan enclosed his hands around the Hungmao’s yangchu and began to stroke.

It was my time then. I stood there, between the tub and the sea, between the Hungmao and the pallet of my chenchieh farewell and untied my obi and began to slowly unwind my red ceremonial robe and the deep purple under robe. I took a long time doing this, and the Hungmao’s eyes were glued to my form the entire time. I could hear him sighing from where I stood from the ministrations of Wangan’s delicate, expert hands and fingers on the Kueilo’s yangchu. Almost as if not realizing what he was doing, the Hungmao had one hand searching inside the folds of Wangan’s robes, where he obviously found what he was looking for and was stroking it. His other hand was lifted above his head and had snaked into the tunic of one of the house servants scrubbing at him and had exposed and was tweaking a nipple.

After a slow, orchestrated, long-practiced performance of revealing myself, I stood there before him, the folds of the red and purple robes swirling around my feet, my hands on my hips and swaying ever so imperceptively from side to side. I was perhaps half his size. Lithe and willowy, but muscle hard from years of ever-higher-level tai chi practice. Naked and completely shaved. The pert little yangchu and ball sac that Chungkuojen so highly prized in their clouds and rain masters. I worried briefly if this would please a Kueilo as well, but the look he cast on my revealed body left no doubt that he did. As was wanted in a spring festival master, I had the years of an adult but the body of a youth.

The Kueilo lost all interest in Wangan and the house servant and, indeed, in his bath, although, happily he had been scrubbed sufficiently already. He rose up and stepped out of the tub. Wangan had done well. That and the effect of my own disrobing had caused the Hungmao’s yangchu to rise and fill out to rival the most virile of the stud horses in the House of the Green Dragon’s stables.

I moved breathlessly to him, kneeling before him and gently enclosing the base of his yangchu in my small fists, one above the other, and still leaving more than I thought my mouth could accommodate. In a rustle of naked feet and soft silk, I sensed more than heard Wangan and the house servants evaporate beyond the bamboo screens.

For the next several minutes, as the Hungmao sighed and growled and rocked back and forth on the pads of his gigantic feet and breathed heavily and noisily, he moved my head between his enormous paws while I entertained him with everything I had learned in the art of the kiss of the yangchu.

He was getting bigger and bigger and was pumping ever more rapidly with his yangchu inside my mouth. My hands went to his heavy orbs. I could hardly enclose them in my hands, they were so large and tightly balled. None that I had handled before now were anything like this size. The Kueilo was a monster of a man, and I was wondering if he was typical of his people or a monster among them as well as I felt his bulbous knob pressing against the back of my throat.

I lightly squeezed on the orbs, wanting him to drain himself now, before the clouds and rain, to delay that. Every moment of delay was precious time. I understood that now.

But, with a roar, the Hungmao, pulled me up and off his throbbing yangchu. He turned me and pushed me down on all fours, and I understood that he was going to invade me right there and then.

That could not be, though. Our customs and rules were quite explicit. I must lose my chenchieh on the red pallet across the chamber. I heard Chujen quietly exclaim, obviously making the same point. But I didn’t need him to remind me of the ceremony requirements. I had been studying these for four season cycles.

I broke free somehow and half crawled and half scuttled toward the red pallet. The Hungmao misinterpreted, assuming, I’m sure, that he had frightened me too much and that I was trying to escape. The renewed cries from the other chamber across the Vermilion Pavilion only added credence to this thought. Bao was being plowed hard and rough now, as he was loudly and plaintively complaining of…just like a stable boy, completely wiping away his dignity and social status. I could only hope that only the Chujen and I remained to hear of his dishonoring…that the house servants were well beyond hearing. But I knew that was hopeless thought. All that comforted me was knowing that any house servant heard gossiping about this night would lose his tongue…and maybe his yangchu as well.

The Hungmao reached me and toppled me down on my belly in a cloud of white powder as I reached the red silk pallet. I did, manage, however to pull up onto the pallet on my hands and knees as the Hungmao encased my hips between his strong knees.

I heard the rustle of the Chujen’s robes as he decorously approached with a pot of scented clouds and rain ointment and calmed the Hungmao long enough to convey that he was trying to aid the inevitable act. The Hungmao held me down on all fours with one arm wrapped around my chest as he crouched over me and invaded my tight and virginal anus with lubricated fingers as the Chujen worked ointment on the Hungmao’s prodigious, throbbing yangchu.

I had the sense then of being in the embrace of a silken-pelted bear as the Chujen faded back to the entrance of the chamber and the Hungmao held the bulbous head of his yangchu to my back entrance in an encasing, directing fist.

The Hungmao panted hard as he worked himself inside me, and I panted even harder and suppressed my groans and moans as best I could as he did so. The groaning and moaning was meant to be saved for later, when the patron was fully saddled and was stroking and needed to hear that he was the master of the Central Kingdom.

But I could not help it. I cried out in pain and invasion, nothing like this having been part of what I had learned over the last four season cycles. Although, to rights, no one involved in my training could have been known that I was destined to lose my chenchieh to a monster horse foreign ghost yangchu.

‘I must not faint,’ I kept repeating to myself. ‘I must pleasure him with my body for as long as possible.’ I gritted my teeth and took him inside me and clenched my entrance muscles as I had been taught and listened in triumph to him gasp in pleasure at that. And then, as he sank in and in and in, I tried, through the wall of pain, to conjure up all of the exercises I had learned to control the muscles inside me. To make them ripple around and across his yangchu, to make internal love to his manhood as I had been taught to do. The clouds, the important clouds before the rain…the beating of one cloud against the other, the friction that brought on the rain, with the greater the cloud beating the greater the rain.

He groaned and gasped in pleasure and his lips went to the hollow of my neck, where they ingested the enticement powder. He murmured and sighed and moaned and I felt the powder working in the impossible reality that he grew even larger inside me.

His horse yangchu slid back and forth, shallow and then deep, to the surface and then diving down, down, down and holding as my muscles contracted around him and worked on his yangchu.

I could hear Bao screaming out that he was being split asunder and that his insides were being flooded…again…from the other chamber, and I began to wiggle my hips, no longer in as much pain as at the beginning. Something else was moving inside me now. Wanting. Actually wanting this clouds and rain. I was working the clouds…the touching and the sighing and the moaning and the movement under him and back against him as he thrust, meeting him thrust for thrust now. Listening to his ragged breathing. Giving him the best clouds he had ever received. Living up to the reputation of the House of the Green Dragon.

Then the rains came. The Hungmao cried out in ecstasy and the rains came. Deep inside me. He collapsed on top of me, pushing me down on my belly on the red silk pallet, and I heard the rustling of the Chujen’s robes as he left us, his official duties finished…back to his dark room and is vermilion ink and his triumphant collection of a favor from the Shengchang, a favor that could sustain the House of the Green Dragon for generations to come.

I heard Bao crying out from the other chamber. That his wrists had been tied and he was doubled over the rim of the unused tub and was being roughly entered again and again and again. That the golden Kueilo smelled vile and cruelly bit and had a yangchu thicker than the pillars in the Vermilion Pavilion. That his rains were a flood. But there was nothing I could do for Bao now. I had to delay the departure of the vessel. And I knew it would not leave without its captain. Perhaps if I could detain him even for a night.

The Hungmao rolled off me and he lay on his back, still panting. Gathering all of the resolve and resources I could, I sat up and moved my head over his heaving chest and started to lick his nipples and set his red chest hair aswirl. My hands danced over his torso and down to his yangchu, still huge but now in repose. I needed to coax him into clouds and rain again. I needed him to believe that only with me could he accomplish rapid recovery and multiple clouds and rain. Wanting to stay with me as long as possible. I knew this was vital to the pride of any man, Chungkuojen or Kueilo. All the same in the vanity realm. Entice three clouds and rain in an assignation, and the man is yours forever.

I put an arm around his neck and lifted his mouth to my nipple. He sucked and licked while I worked my other hand across his cheek. I moved his mouth around the nipple, coaxing him to ingest more of the enticement powder, which he did. This had the desired effect, in consort with my stroking, on his yangchu. He was regaining virility. I stroked the slit in the head of his yangchu with the tip of my finger and he gasped and began to writhe in pleasure, his life’s fluid beginning to bubble up onto my finger. I would feel him trembling at the knowledge that there would be a second clouds and rain so soon after the first. He already was nearly mine.

After I’d heard the last gurgling cry from Bao from across the Vermilion Pavilion, followed by an ominous silence, I felt more than saw the presence of the golden Kueilo at the entrance to the eastern chamber. I could hear his ragged breathing. I knew he was watching the Hungmao and me deeply entering our second clouds and rain.

The Hungmao was kneeling, sitting back on his calves and facing out toward the sunset over the Xinzhou lagoon. He was holding me, like a small doll, in front of him, me facing the lagoon as well, my knees leveraging off the surface of the red-silk pallet, body arched out, and my anus sliding up and down on the Hungmao’s rejuvenated yangchu. Up and down, endlessly. I no longer was in pain. I was enjoying the taking. I wondered if I would ever be swallowing a member this large ever again. Stretching for him. Perfecting the skills of internal muscle massage of a throbbing horse yangchu of impossible size and strength.

The Hungmao was sighing and groaning contentedly.

A shadow fell on me and I no longer could see the lagoon. What I saw now was a short, thick yangchu jutting out of a thick thatch of golden hair. I almost gagged at the thickness and smelliness of the second Kueilo’s yangchu as he pushed it between my lips. But this was no time for niceties. I gave him quite satisfactory kiss of the yangchu attention too. I was determined to keep them here as long as possible. If Bao had failed, I could only try to succeed.

The golden Kueilo grabbed my pigtail and forced my head back and he pushed hard down inside my mouth with his yangchu. The Hungmao, between pants of his own spoke sharply at the golden one in that ugly guttural language of theirs, though, and the golden Kueilo released my pigtail.

The virile Hungmao was still sliding me up and down on his yangchu when the golden one released his seed inside my mouth. He brought his mouth down to mine and sucked his fluid from inside my mouth in a lips-on-lips invasion that we almost never performed between men at the House of the Green Dragon. But if it delayed their parting for even a moment, I would do it. I returned his kiss and stifled my surprise and pain when he bit me on the lip.

The golden one knelt down before me and I felt his fingers forcing their way inside my anus alongside the sliding yangchu of the Hungmao. He was stroking his own yangchu back to thickness with his other hand, and for a brief moment I panicked at the sure knowledge that he intended his yangchu to join that of the Hungmao’s inside me.

But the Hungmao spoke gruffly to the golden one, and he pulled his fingers from me and stood and moved toward the door. I knew from what he was saying that he was telling the Hungmao it was time for them to return to the vessel in the lagoon.

I tightened my internal muscles on the Hungmao’s yangchu inside me and turned his lips to mine and gave him lip-to-lip attention for the first time in our clouds and rain. He reacted with surprise and pleasure, and then I took his head and buried his lips into my shoulder, where there still was some enticement powder lingering. He was lost to me then.

He and the golden Kueilo exchanged hurried and angry words. As they spoke, I performed the fan movement of the clouds and rain. In one deft, lithe movement, I turned on the Hungmao’s yangchu to where I was facing him and, at the same time, pushed him down onto his back, with his muscle-bulging hairy legs now stretched out toward the lagoon.

With the golden Kueilo still angrily talking and gesturing and the Hungmao groaning loudly in ecstasy and his pale-blue eyes revolving wildly in their sockets, I began to ride his yangchu hard with revolving hips and rippling internal muscles. The golden one gave up in disgust and departed, while his captain writhed in deep lust under me. The Hungmao flooded me with his essence soon thereafter.

He drifted off to sleep hours later after the third clouds and rain, in which I lay on my back, my hips raised by red silk pillows, my legs flared out wide, and the Hungmao on his knees on the red pallet between my legs, looking out at the now-furled sails of his vessel riding quietly in the lagoon and moving his hips back and forth, rhythmically and forever while I sighed and moaned for him, letting him know he was the most masterful jen in the Central Kingdom. Holding him enthralled with every trick I had learned.

I performed clouds and rain, each time in a different position and ever more intricately, holding the Hungmao’s total attention between replenishment meals supplied by a delighted Chujen, for the next three days and nights.

When the Hungmao finally descended to his vessel, stiff legged and humming, on the fourth day, I was at the edge of the veranda of the Vermilion Pavilion, only slightly happy to see him go. He had a yangchu such as I would never again ride, a yangchu that the Chujen would have expertly measured in length and thickness in his mind and in his handling during the clouds and rain ointment application and would record on my record of capability. But it wasn’t just the size of him, which enhanced my value to the House of the Green Dragon; as my clouds and rain became more inventive, he had become more and more gentle and lost to me. If the Shengchang had instructed that he be held here forever, I could have managed that…and would have been content doing it.

I could part from him with the knowledge that my fortune and legend was now made, not just in the house of the Green Dragon, but beyond the pleasure resort of Xinzhou…perhaps even beyond the province of Hainan. I could dream of being lionized to the emperor himself. Perhaps I could dream of serving the yangchu needs and desires of the son of heaven himself.

But as much as I had come to enjoy the Hungmao’s horse yangchu churning inside me, I was Chungkuojen to the very fiber of me. I sensed that these Kueilo, these foreign ghosts, were devils to be avoided and kept away from the purity of my land. At least I could rest in the knowledge that my four days of delay had given the Shengchang the time he needed to devise plans to eradicate this threat…to ensure that no Kueilo ghost ships would enter Xinzhou’s lagoon or the bays of any other city in the Central Kingdom ever again.

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I was very horny after I typed my last story. I type my stories wearing nothing at all and thinking about hot sex. I have a very high sex drive and I can come six times a day.

I decided to make a blast. I brought some lubricant. I rubbed my self with lubes and perfumes. Then I lubed my finger and started to play with my asshole. I inserted one finger and slid it in and out. Then I inserted it deeply and moved it around my prostate gland. I made round movement so I could touch the sensitive area.

I decided to play more. I have collected under wears from past lovers and fuck bodies. I placed six of them all over my body. I wore the stinkiest one as a cover mask so I could enjoy the smell and fantasize about the rest.

I left the lab top and went to do some ab crunching. I inserted a dildo inside so I can feel

the movement of my body inside my prostate. I brought some milk and spread the milk all over me.

With the mirror, I guided my self as I could spread milk around my ass. Then, I added some cinnamon for flavor!

My body was on the ab machine naked, wet, lubed with oil and milk, and smelled like hell with sweat and cinnamon. In it was an electric dildo and on it were six of the hottest used under wears. My face wore a mask of one. I came three times that way.

Suddenly, the phone rang and I answered. It was an old fuck body of mine who was horny. He said that he could come to help. To my surprise, he showed up at my apartment naked.

He asked me to stay in my position on the ab machine and he plunged like a swimmer on my body. He made sure to rib himself with milk and cinnamon.

He asked me if he could suck my dick while fingering me. He inserted his finger without removing the dildo. He guided the dildo inside me.

He sucked me dry for two times in a row. Then it was my turn. I turned him around and sucked his ass. He blew his nuts on me. We came twice.

We hugged each other and French kissed. Then we went to the bath tub. He spread his legs. I wanted to fuck him badly. He put his finger inside his ass and moved it to excite me. I was excited indeed and I fucked him for about fifteen minutes. We came the same time. We dropped on the floor and slept naked in the shower.

We work up in the morning and did the same again.

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White walls, window, blind.

Drain in the floor. He can imagine blood, traces, spatters staining the white walls. Cleaning, someone cleaning them away. Ready, ready for him.

One straight backed wooden chair sits there in the middle of the room

Long blond hair, great breasts, narrow hips, long legs. She said, ‘Sit down and wait here for me,’ in her sexy husky voice.

He sat down on the wooden chair, can’t move now, wants to leave, cant get up, she told him to stay.

Sweat. He’s sweating. He wanted to be here, has told her what for, wants it, wants to be afraid.

She returns. Sways in with lube and condoms. Sets them down by the chair, convenient. Handy.

She moves in on him, erotic movement to her body, her husky sex filled voice. ‘Do you want to see my breasts,’ she asks.

He nods, dumbly. She moves them close, lifts off her t-shirt; arms up, stretched out, lacy bra exposed. Lovely tits. She bends to him, lovely tits swelling in lace in front of his face.

‘Umm,’ she says, takes his hands, places them on her breasts, he kneads them, wants the fabric gone

‘Take off the bra,’ he says, his voice not his own, desperate, needing.

She reaches back, gives a flick, and the lace is falling. Her breasts are hanging free as she reaches forward and slips off the bra, letting it fall in his lap with a soft puff, onto his tented pants. His cock is straining to burst, he is so afraid of her. Of her power. He sits fixed to the hard wooden seat, unable to move, waiting for her to lead him through the moves he only glimpses now.

He takes her breasts in his hands again, takes one to his mouth, sucks the nipple, sucks the whole brown stain into his mouth. Sucks hungrily, feels reassured, safe for a moment as he mouths the soft flesh.

He moans. He releases the hard saliva coated nipple, takes up the other nipple – already hard. His tongue guides it in to him, slurping it, wanting that moment of safety again. That moment of safe, warm, closed eye, sucking.

She’s reached her hand to his zip, undoes it, releases him. He breaks the rhythm of his sucking as he feels his rod spring free. His cock, his manhood, his tool. She strokes it with her long fine fingers.

He gasps, releases her tit. ‘Suck me,’ he gasps.

‘Just a bit,’ she offers, dipping her head, swishing her hair away with her hand to keep it from her mouth.

She takes his cock-head between her lips, he pushes his hips to her, she swirls her tongue about it. Tastes him, holds him back with her hand pressed to his root. Releases him from her lips, from her wet warm mouth. He shivers.

She stands back undoes her jeans slowly, lowers them. Reveals her lace pants. Small, full. She moves forward, straddles his knees, stands, her crotch in front of him.

‘Is that what you want?’ she murmurs, to him. ‘ Oh baby you want it don’t you?’

He groans, eyes fixed.

‘Let it out for me,’ she says. ‘Umm. Let it out baby. Have a look at my lovely big cock. Its what you’re here for. Do you like it?’ she asks, knowing he does, and how much more he will when she is done. Has worked it in him, worked her magic. He’s malleable, she can play him any way she wants to. He’s a baby at this game of strange sex. She has a million years of instinct at her fingertips.

He watches someone else’s hands reach out. Shaking fingers gripping the top of the lace panties, easing them down, down over her thighs. Her hairless mound is in his face as he bends. She’s taped and he can’t see what he’s getting, he wants to see it.

‘You want to see it baby?’ she asks quietly, huskily, like shes inside his head. ‘Here,’ she says. He’ s not sure if she spoke or if she has him under some spell. She reaches down and frees the taping. Her cock is there in his face now, long, and starting to grow.

She strokes the back of his neck, easing his fear, sending it away, fixing his mind on her. ‘Suck me baby, suck my beautiful cock. It’s what you came here for. You want it don’t you? You really need it in your mouth now,’ she sings hypnotically.

He is mesmerised by her husky crooning voice. By her stroking hands, her moving hips, her undulating body. It has him feeling he’s been freed from reality. The white featureless room has disappeared; all that’s exists is her and him. In the background he hears faint music and knows it instantly. Twenty something minutes of languid possession, of sex made sound. Ravels Bolero. Corny, he briefly feels, before he’s lost again.

She pushes her firming cock to him, to his lips, he opens them tremblingly, takes her into him.She moves in and out, controlling him. He sucks, works his tongue over her, does as she commands him. She fucks his face deeper, he gasps, chokes. She eases off, she has shown him what she can do, how much power she has over him. He is fixed to that hard wooden seat, unable to move till she is done. He has paid her, yet its she who is using him. His body to satisfy her hunger.

She is rock hard now, big. He is afraid of how big. Loves how big, how wet, how strong. How she controls him.

She pulls herself out of his mouth. Pulls free of his lips, leaving him hungry for her meat.

‘Mmmm. Will I give it to you now baby?’ she asks in her husky seductive voice. ‘You want my lovely cock inside you now? Its what you came for, isn’t it baby,’ she croons to him.

Her stroking hand, her moving hips, her undulating body. Holding him there. Unable to move, forced to do her bidding. Wanting it. Like this. Yes!

He nods, unable to speak. Fascinated by that rod of man he wants to feel inside him. Fear grips him, he reaches out plants his face between her tits, pulls her to him, pants in fear. Her soft tits ease him back, calm him. He’s still so hard, her tits have helped him through.

She pulls his trousers down, he hitches up his butt for her and she slides them down to his feet, under them, discards them. His arse is naked now on the hard chair. Its uncomfortable, that’s how he wanted it, uncomfortable, overpowering.

She lifts his legs. Pushes one up to him, he grasps it to his side, she lifts the other and he grasps that one too. He’s giving his arse to her. He can even see it like this, scrunched up, head forward. He wanted to see, to be uncomfortable, overpowered. She can overpower him with a look. She knows it, she uses it, loves the power it gives her. He is fascinated, mesmerised by her big hard cock as it moves with her movement, bounces before him.

She lubes him up, roughly. He watches her push her long fingers into him, first the small one, he lets her in, then the second finger. His arse, his body being penetrated. She gives him each finger briefly, thickening what she has in him. Finally her thumb, which he feels the thickness of. Pressure inside. He gasps, his cock dribbles in his navel. She now works two fingers into him.

‘Umm. You’ve got a lovely tight arsehole baby,’ she croons to him, holding him there ready for her use. ‘You’re going to love having me inside there. Aren’t you baby?’

He is starting to pant. Fear. She is overpowering him in the most intimate way he can be taken. In a moment he will be hers, filled by her cock. He’ll be possessed by the most male organ, while overcome by a woman’s power, her soothing tits swinging before his face. She kneels before him his arsehole now perfectly positioned for her long hard cock.

She reaches down and opens and rolls on a condom. Its safe. He asked for that, she insisted anyway. Now she wipes the tip about his lubed hole, she sinks two long fingers into him again, one last time, then empties him. She presents her cock for his hole to take. She pushes it in past the first resistance, he gasps from the sharp pain of such a big thing going in the wrong way. But his body is soon accustomed to this invasion. She works herself in further, he groans, almost comes with just the sight of her going into him, the feeling of it. His powerlessness in the tight uncomfortable position he is straining to hold. She reaches her hands to his legs, helps his tiring arms hold them, keeping him open and presented for her, as she moves herself deeper. He is gasping, his body strained, his arse a mix of fire and pleasure, his cock leaking to his navel again.

She finally bottoms inside him, her mound, her hairless base, hard up against his now hidden well filled hole. She has possessed him. She moves her mouth to his mouth and takes it, he feels her breasts against this chest. She begins to fuck him while she holds his lips, holds his legs. He cries and whimpers at the power of her taking him.

She moves faster, gives up his lips, arches back and fucks him deep, shows him who he is owned by, overcomes him. He is panting, moaning, gasping, whimpering, drops a hand to his own cock, hard again. Touches himself. His arse, his gut, is starting to spasm at the shock of the invasion, it clenches as she sinks deep, clenches again. His balls are tight, his cock throbs, kicks out its load, kicks, spasms again. His arse holds her through a series of shattering spasms, jerks and kicks. Then he is shaking, drained, and she slowly withdraws. She releases his legs, they flop down, he sags in the chair, gazes into her flushed face. Sees her look of having won, moans his acknowledgment, sinks down small, safe, now she controls him.

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It was Joe who introduced me to the joy and the pleasure of male to male sex. I met this guy at his cousin’s house in the country side. We used to go to a near by cave, get naked, kiss and play for hours. Then we would go to the near by water falls and clean up in the nude.

One day, he said he wanted to take me to another private place where we could play and enjoy each other. We both returned from the cave after a day of hot kissing and fondling. It was close to midnight. He took me to a isolated two-story building and said that he would like to sleep with me on the top of that building!

There was no body inside and no stairs to the top. He showed me a covered ladder of which he used to climb to the top. It was a hot summer day and the moon was out. No one was there but the two of us.

We both climbed the stairs in nothing but our shorts. On the top I was surprised to see a small mattress and what appeared to be a gym bag.

Joe waisted no time and stripped but naked. I followed him. He said he would like to dance for me. He started dancing and wiggling his ass. The closer to me he comes, the more he stretches his ass hole. I knew his ass well. I played with it. I touched it with my hands. He wanted me to do more.

He suddenly jumped on the mattress and spread his legs in the air wide open for me. He started to talk dirty and asked me to lick his ass. I jumped in and spread his ass. I let my nose and tongue probe his ass cracks. He opened the gym bag and pulled jar of honey. He poured some honey on his asshole and asked me to eat it. It was a blast. I came within few minutes.

He turned around and started sucking my ass at the same time. So we rimmed each other for about ten minutes. Then he asked me if he could fuck me. I told him I would let him in one condition if I could fuck him first.

He smiled and said with pleasure. he hugged me and kissed me. He smelled honey from the jar that he poured on my ass and his. I French kissed him while I let two fingers slid inside his honey marinated asshole.

He opened his gym bag again and gave me a lubricant and a condom. He asked me to go easy on him. After I played in his ass finger fucking him, I inserted a condom and started to penetrate him. It was so hot and warm. I could not describe the feeling. I heard him screaming so I stopped and asked him if there was a problem. He said he was virgin and I was his first boy. He was my first boy two.

I moved inside of him until I buried by nine inches. His tone changed as he screamed from pleasure. He told me to come inside. We both came at the same time.

Exhausted but still horny, we both exchanged position. He did the same to me and lubricated my ass then went inside me. He used one finger and went deep inside until I felt something pleasurable. He said it was my prostate. He continued to message my prostate until I could not handle it anymore. He pulled his finger and started to fuck me. It was painful first but quickly turned to pleasure.

I made sure the he used the missionary position so I could see him. I was on my back. I held his legs while he fucked me and spread his asshole. I inserted two fingers in his ass. I wanted to feel him while he is inside me. I could notice that made him go deeper and stronger. I spread his ass more and inserted a third finger. I pushed him toward me. I was about to come my self when I noticed how his prostate turned solid and his muscles contracted. It was very pleasurable. He came inside me. I blasted on his face. We both used condoms when we fucked and we made sure to protect ourselves. We both were virgins when it came to men sex.

The boy became my lover and fuck body. We slept together since then and for the entire summer. Yet, nature was more rewarding to us. Occasionally we would go to the cave and fuck or to the near by lake and sun bath in the nude. I would put lotion on his body and made sure put cream lotion on his ass. It was a way to marinate his ass and made it tastier and juicier. Sometime, a cup of honey or milk would be used to marinate our bodies and then spend the day naked on the beach. We often swim there and fuck inside the water or play all kind of sexual foreplays. It was an isolated area and no one knew about us.

At night we would return to his place on the top of the building and fuck with no rest.

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This is another story based on true memories that I have as a young man growing up in the Midwest.

We lived in a midwestern town of about forty thousand people.

The houses were two story red brick homes and pretty much all on our street were, although not alike, quite similar in construction.

The House next door was pretty much the same and We had a single older gentleman living alone in the House, His name was Mr. (I called him Bill) but his name was very German, Maggenheimer.

He talked with a German accent and was a very kind nice, and very warm natured old man. Now I know that in this society most gay men want the younger more athletic young men and I guess that’s what we all loved as men growing up, it sort of epitomizes the thought of masculine perfection, Athletic build, 7-10 inch cock, and so forth, the beauty syndrome, but sometimes life isn’t like that for real, and we forget that older men sometime have knowledge to offer and know how to do things we haven’t learned yet.

Well to my story, Our Neighbor, Bill, was constantly standing at the fence between the houses, talking to and teaching me about gardening, he was an avid gardener and had beautiful flowers and vegetables, which he was always sharing with my parents, and I would go over to his yard and help him in his garden and I learned so very much from him. He taught me about trimming and pruning his fruit trees, when and when not to plant certain vegetables, Just all round knowledge about the growing of things.

I guess I was about in the late part of my 17th year of the early part of the 18th, I had already graduated from High School and really not looking forward to goin into the Military or College, and Mr. Bill, was walking out to his pretty good sized gardening shed out behind his house next to the alley in back and I was waiting for him to come out, You must realize that Mr. Bill was about late 50’s or early 60’s when this incident happened, so I waited and waited, and then I thought I would go to his shed and see if he was alright.

Now I had learned about Masturbation from a friend and I was pretty good at it. I used to mark how far I could shoot a shot of cum and measure the distance from where I was, Just trying to prove how studley I was I guess, Well I got to the shed and was sorta listening and I could hear some funny noises comming from the shed and I walked over to the door, and just slightly opened it up a little to look in, and Mother fucker, Bill was in the shed with his pants pulled to his ankles leaning back on a couple bags of fertilizer for his garden, and He had a boner in his hand that looked like it would make two of mine, It had the foreskin still attached, and I knew about them from my Dad, he still had his too. and I had seen his cock when we were swimming a couple times, But Bill was laying back and had his shirt unbuttoned and was jerking his cock like a mad man and twisting his nipples with his free hand, His cock had to be 8.5 – 9 inches long and looked like a beer can around, He had his eyes closed and I heard him start to sorta grunting and pushing his ass muscles upward like he was fucking his fist and then that old mans huge cock started cumming like a friggen horse he, still at his age looked like he came twice as much as I do, I for some reason got really turned on watching him. I started to leave, just as He opened his eyes and I had to run home and go to my room and stroke one off thinking about what I just saw.

The next I saw Bill out in the yard, and walked over to the fence, and he looked at me and smiled. I said I saw what you were doing in the shed yesterday, He said yaw, I sorta thought so, Why don’t you come over and we’ll talk about that, O.K. and I said sure, Mr. Bill, so I went over to his house and we walked into his kitchen and sat down at his table, he offered me some iced tea and I accepted. and He said, Kevin, I know you are a young man and You know that most guys do what I was doing, I said yes sir, I do it all the time myself, He said most young men do it, but It doesn’t stop when you grow older and I know guys who do it and they are in their 70’s, I said that’s awesome man, He said let me tell you a story, of my life, I will be honest and truthfull with you, He said Back in the 30’s and 40’s I lived In Frankfurt, Germany, I was young and I like other boys my age, I like to have sex with them, I didn’t ever want to be with girls, You call it being gay now, but the problem with that, was It was very dangerous, Hitler was taking over and they had devised a plan to send young Nazi’s soldiers into the public disguised as homosexuals and find and root out the Homosexuals in the country, bring them to trial and put them to death in the camps. I lucked out and finally escaped Germany and got a stow to the U.S. on a cargo ship. I would have probably been found out and killed for being Homosexual, It was a decree from Berlin intitled Paragraph #75, Many men lost their lives because of it.

I got to America in 1942 was just 16 yrs. old and I was still gay. My only outlet untill I learned the language and found some of my kind of men was using my hand. I was really alone. I tried lady friends but it didn’t work for me so I just got a job and stayed to myself.

I looked up at him and said Mr. Bill, I never knew that about you. He said yaw and I’m still just as gay as I was then, I said and you still like sex with other guys? He said yaw. I do.

I said like what things do guys do to each other when having guy to guy sex. He said Kevin If you would like I vil show you, but only if you would like. I said I think I would like to at least try a few things and He said good, You are a beautiful young man, and very sexy looking.

He had me follow him to the bedroom and reached up and pressed me down at the shoulders and sorta set me back on the bed, then he started by taking my sneakers off and my white socks. then he took my shirt up over my head and shoulders and off, he sorta said umm and said, just beautiful. I was starting to feel a tingling in my groin. He set on the bed besides me and told me to close my eyes, and he was so very gentle and loving I was getting turned one more and more by the second, Then he leaned over and started licking and swirling his tongue around my nipples on my smoothe clean chest, I felt feeling shooting down into my groin area like nothing I had ever felt before, He said, you like, and I said oh yea, it feels awesome then he licked down to my navel and slid his tongue into it, it was doing things to my body like never before, I looked over to Bills crotch and His cock was jutting out under his pants, just awesome for an older man, Shit man I was on fire and it was all locatin itself into my groin My cock was about to burst, my nuts were aching and then Bill said, I gonna make you cum, I said o.k., and he started undoing my trousers, and slid my trousers and my briefs down with one slick motion of his hands and My very hard, seven incher stood out like a tree trunk, He said that looks delicious, son, and then he pushed me gently back on the bed there I layed naked and vulnerable, I was enjoying this so friggen much, and then he just leaned over and took his hand and started stroking swirling his hand around and up and back down with the clear liquid I was leaking from the piss slit in my cock, God it was awesome feeling and he did this about 3-4 minutes and the feeling was simply unexplainable, No one had ever touched my cock but me, and I was learning new tricks. I wasn’t far from the shooting off level, and Bill leaned over and slowly and gently placed his extremely hot feeling mouth over the cock head and just swirled his tongue around and around the tip of my dick, and I was breathing like I was haveing an asthma attack or something, my heart was pounding in my ears and I was saying words I usually never used before like, Oh Fuck, Damn man that feels awesome, and Shit Bill, He just grunted something and kept up a slow steady pace of taking my cock all the way to the hilt and coming back up and I was so friggen hard it seemed like the skin on my cock would split and then Bill took his hand and slicked it up with saliva and began rubbing my asshole with it and gently sorta probing it and then he wet it real good with saliva and pushed it into the anal cavity, I was a little shocked at first,and then he found some kinda spot, and he just started rubbing, I started to black out or something, maybe for a second or two I died and went to heaven, Fuck it was totally the most awesome feeling that a man could have in his body, My cock started getting harder, and I don’t know how that is possible, I started jerking in my body, and then came that pulsing, the squirting, feeling and I could literally feel the upserge of sperm into my dick and then out the end into old Bills mouth, It was fucking awesome, I was almost ready to faint. Bill was smiling and his trouser were wet in the front, and I reached up and grabbed his cock thru his trousers, and he said, Kevin, save this for later, and he let me up to get dressed.

I went home totally exhausted and seemingly used up. I wasn’t worth as the old saying a ‘plug nickle’

The next afternoon Bill was working in his garden and I came out and walked over to him and he smiled and said Hi Kevin, How are you today, I said Ready, He said Ready, Ready for vat? I said a repeat of yesterday, He said come on over.

We went into the bedroom and I said I want to undress you, he said I’m an old man, my body ain’t so pretty anymore, I said Let me be the judge of that, and I started Undressing Bill, I got him down to this boxer shorts and then I noticed his cock was like a hunk of wood, I reached in the slit and said Bill your dick is awesome and he just smiled and said It likes your touch, and I started stroking it and he said awe man, It’s been years since another person has touched my cock, It feels awesome, and I started jerking his cock like I do mine, except he has a foreskin, I decided I wanted to taste it and I ask Bill if I could suck it and He said that would be wonderful, I placed my lips on his cock and he grunted, and said aw man that feels wonderful, I started pulling back his foreskin and sucking his cock head and He said, It’s been so long, and smiled I started to really working it over and soon it felt like a fence post in my mouth, I couldn’t take it all in my mouth and so I did like Bill, I started sorta stroking with my hand and sucking at the same time. I felt old Bills body start to convulse and he said I’m gonna shoot and you’d better take you mouth off if you don’t want to taste my cum and I just kept slurping and sucking and then he got rigid like a friggen board an I felt his cock start to throbbing and pulsing nd felt the head swell up and I started tasting his cum, it was sweet and sorta salty tasting at the same time, I kinda liked it, and I just kept sucking and swallowing and when the old fella finished I said did I do you alright, he said just fantastic, Kevin, Just fantastic.

Well needless Bill and I kept this up for several more years and I learned quite a lot from old Bill. He got sick and passed away several years later, and I guess since he had no family he left his house and all his belongings, and a special letter to be delivered to me with the inheritance of his property. It said,

Thank you Kevin for being my intimately close friend In the later years, I was an old man, You didn’t have to like me, but you did, and I appreciate it so much, you made my life worth living in my last years. Have a wonderful life, and be good to yourself. Love, your friend and neighbor Bill.

I have never forgotten Bill and he will always have a special place in my heart. He taught me so much, and one thing I learned, Age had nothing to do with enjoying yourself, and loving others. These are just a few of the things Bill taught me. I will never forget Old Bill.

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The crime rate was pretty low in our part of Adelaide.

My company’s head office occupied two professionally restored Edwardian brick houses, set back from a busy six lane road and sitting next to each other in an old garden. In spite of our central location the two buildings were in an oasis of quiet.

The modern glass extension at the rear of the main building, which housed the administration offices and the boardroom, gave me a spacious office overlooking the back garden. The garden was small but always immaculate, with a perfect half circle of lawn, some climbers over the big corrugated iron storage shed beyond it and a leaning old fig tree hanging over a well-placed wooden bench.

Not bad, I thought, looking up from my computer screen and sighting the bench. Not bad at all.

In business there’s nothing better than an optimistic budget that’s being realized. And the wooden bench situated only yards away from me through the floor to ceiling glass reminded me of Arnold. Working back on long summer evenings had it’s advantages, and Arnold’s willingness to lie back over anything and have his arse mined had always been the principal one. I could still see him draped over the back of the wooden bench, moaning, as I drilled deep inside his tight access shaft, set between the round hills of his bubble butt. There sure was gold in them thar hills I thought. My white creamy gold. Shame he was out bush exploring for the real thing at the moment. I sighed, and returned to my forecasts.

At the very rear of the block, behind the shed, was a cream gravelled parking area, and I’d vaguely noticed a white van driving in as I’d looked back at my spreadsheets. There was plenty of room in the car park. I knew that most of the staff had already left, as the big boss was off at our mine site. Being a summer Friday afternoon it was a race to leave as early as possible and get to the beach or head off down the coast for the weekend.

I had an empty house to go back to or some really good figures to massage into a glowing report for Tuesday’s board meeting. So I was happy to hang about finishing it off and putting in a bit more effort than I would have with Arnold in town. By now he’d be waiting to be driven home for his early evening fuck, or be ready to be fucked at the office if we had the place to ourselves. An advantage of us both working for the same small company.

I was briefly distracted by two guys walking past through the garden and turning off to the back door of the other house, which was the main office for the exploration team. They soon reappeared, and came around to the rear entrance of my building. I may not have taken much notice earlier but now I certainly couldn’t help seeing how good they both looked as they entered the sparsely furnished, open plan rear office. Both were wearing white singlets and long dark shorts, the white setting off their deep even golden tans and the well-defined muscles of their shoulders and arms.

One smiled broadly at me, and I realized that I didn’t recognize either of them and it was a bit late for visitors. I got up and went out to meet them wondering vaguely if anyone was still inside the other building.

‘Hi,’ I said, ‘Can I help you?’

‘Sure hope so,’ the taller, more muscular of the two replied, ‘Have you got a key for the building next door? We came to pick up some tenement maps but there doesn’t seem to be anyone in there.’

I was taken aback by the question. The trouble with working in a small mining company is that exploration staff come and go at odd times, and also that being in the admin building and working in the Adelaide office all the time I never even saw half of them. I was annoyed.

‘There’s no one there?’ I asked.

‘No,’ the two of them replied in unison.

‘Well we’re closed now,’ I said, ‘So you will have to come back Monday. There is usually someone there from seven thirty, or if it’s urgent you can ring Dave Parmenter at home. Have you got his number?’ I asked, wondering where I had it written down. I never had any reason to call him.

‘It’s kinda urgent,’ the taller one replied, ‘We’re flying up to the site tomorrow and need those maps.’

It came to me finally that for some reason they didn’t really look like our field staff. For one thing our geologists always wore khaki on the job, the boss was old fashioned and liked it. I had rarely seen anyone come to the exploration office in anything else.

‘I’m sorry,’ I said, now wary, ‘I can’t help you. You’ll just have to come back on Monday. I’ll see you out,’ I added making a move towards them, and the back door, which I was now kicking myself for not having locked earlier.

The shorter one moved in behind me as I passed him and stood close. ‘You here alone?’ he asked in a quiet voice that instantly made me freeze up.

It wasn’t that he said it threateningly; it was just where he stood and said it, and the situation, that made it frightening.

‘No,’ I stammered, suddenly panicking, ‘Um, no. Someone is coming back soon.’ Unfortunately I’d hesitated too long, trying to think straight, for that to sound true. But I carried on helplessly, ‘That’s what I’m waiting for.’

‘Oh, so whose that?’ the tall one asked.

My mind was blank as I opened and closed my mouth soundlessly, looking for inspiration. I couldn’t right then think of anyone who might come back. ‘Tony,’ I finally said. ‘Tony forgot something.’

‘I think he’s lying Dene,’ the taller one said, smiling broadly and showing perfect white teeth.

‘Are you lying?’ the short one, Dene, who was standing behind me, asked.

I could smell Dene he was so close, and he smelt good, he looked good too – they both did, and I thought “hey, they shouldn’t be doing this to me. Dene looks too nice to be doing this”.

‘I think you should leave,’ I replied trying to sound commanding, and made to move to the door with some vague idea of making a run for it.

‘No,’ I yelped, as Dene grabbed my elbows from behind and pulled them back, pressing his body against my back and his legs against mine. I was panting, high on an adrenaline rush of fear, ultra aware of him and shocked to feel his drill was rigid, and pressing against my butt.

I struggled against the strong fingers biting into my arms as he held them, but I couldn’t help doing it half heartedly, overwhelmed by the coolness of the two of them.

‘Sure looks like he’s lying,’ said Dene, and I felt his hot breath against my neck as he spoke, his face was so close to me.

The tall, still nameless man stepped towards me smiling, and I could feel Dene’s hot breath suddenly on the side of my face.

‘What do you want?’ I asked, in a squeaky, frightened voice that sounded nothing like mine.

‘Luke just wants the key to next door,’ Dene replied calmly, ‘You tell us where the spare is, and we take it and go away and leave you alone. Now if you don’t give us the key. . . .’.

Luke smiled at me and cracked the knuckles of his big hands and worked the bulging muscles in his arms at the same time.

‘You can’t be serious,’ I said shakily.

‘The key,’ Luke said, stepping closer, suddenly backhanding me across the face so that I was momentarily stunned.

‘In the cupboard over there,’ I blurted out in a rush, completely overwhelmed by what was going on. I still had my suit and tie on and was in the office for god’s sake.

‘Thank you,’ Luke said politely, as he went to get it.

I expected Dene to let me go once Luke had the key, but instead he held me just as tight. And as Luke came back I felt Dene stroking his drill up and down between my cheeks and tried to pull away.

‘Bring me something to tie him up with,’ Dene said holding me firmly, and Luke looked around the office.

‘Nothing here,’ he said frowning, then he reached into his pocket and pulled out a hank of thick cord, ‘Now what have I here?’ he chuckled, holding the cord up and smiling.

He joined Dene behind me and they tied my wrists together me and my arms together at the elbows, running the cord on around my body holding my arms close in

When they were satisfied Dene said, ‘Come on, time for some exercise,” and was pushing me forward and laughing.

I was in a state of confusion, incapable of saying anything as they led me out of the building and towards the corrugated iron storage shed. They opened the side door and the heat inside hit me like a wall, it had been a hot day and the closed shed had soaked up the heat and hung on to it. A film of sweat instantly jumped out on my skin.

‘Hot,’ Dene muttered behind me, as if he didn’t like it.

Inside the shed it was dark, but Luke found the light switch and the flouros flickered into life giving the place a stark brightness. Then Luke moved off, going over to examine the pyramid shaped steel pipe frame standing off in one corner, with a big chain operated pulley mounted at it’s apex. The geologists had used it back in the early days of the company, when the exploration team did a lot of their vehicle and equipment maintenance work themselves.

‘Well, well, how very convenient,’ said Dene, pushing me towards the frame as Luke played with the pulley chains, raising and lowering the big steel hook that was suspended from the pulley.

I was guided into the frame and the chain sling hanging from the hook was run around me at my chest and waist and rehooked, holding me tight.

Luke pulled the pulley chains and I was tipped forward and raised up so that I ended up bent over and straning to keep my toes on the ground.

I was stuttering, ‘What are you doing? Let me go. Please,’ as Dene reached around and undid my belt, then unzipped me.

As I struggled uselessly and asked repeatedly, ‘Why are you doing this to me?’ Dene pulled my pants down to my ankles, then my briefs, before jerking my shoes off and stripping the clothes from my legs. I tried to kick at him but had no leverage and just swung about.

He laughed and pushed a big hand between my thighs and gripped my balls from behind. I yelped and stopped kicking as he squeezed them painfully tight. In front of me Luke was playing with the chains still, adjusting the height of my torso as Dene pulled one of my feet out to the side and tied it off to one leg of the frame.

‘Just about right,’ Luke said, smiling and looking down at me.

I lifted my head back enough to see up into his face, and in his lowered eyes and half smile I saw something I recognized, it was the same look I’d occasionally glimpsed in a mirror when I was stiff and throbbing and ready to pound Arnold’s arse hard.

‘Yep, looks good from here too,’ Dene added, his strong hands spreading my cheeks.

‘No,’ I gasped, shaking my body against the chains and cords immobilising me.

‘Oh yes,’ Dene said laughing as his palm hit my butt cheeks.

‘Hey, you can’t do this,’ I choked out. ‘No. You can’t. Let me go, I’ve given you the key, you promised,’ I yelled at them, finally seeing where all this was headed as Luke dropped his shorts and kicked them off.

Luke hadn’t had anything on under them and now his big mushroom capped drill was bouncing about in front of my face as he stroked it. Then he gripped my hair with one hand and his tool with either and forced the cap to my lips, rubbing it over them, pushing at me. I twisted and grunted refusing to open for him, but behind me Dene reached through again and squeezed my balls hard. I opened my mouth to yelp and Luke’s tool was inside it. He laughed as he pushed himself to the back of my throat, choking me.

“Gentle,” he growled.

Behind me Dene had taken hold of my other leg and tied it of to another steel pole leaving me spread wide. I was helpless, my body suspended from the chain sling and my legs bent and spread, and tied to the poles.

‘Now, now,’ Dene replied huskily, ‘I bet a nice young guy like you loves to have his arse mined deep by a great big tool like this. Oh yes.’

“He is in the bloody mining business”, the thought flashed angrily through my mind. I hated it but I was getting an erection, I wanted to go limp, but my fear had me hard and ready. It’s fear I told myself, nothing else, but a little voice inside me asked if it might also come from being manhandled roughly by two strong, muscular, good-looking men.

Dene applied something cool to my hole and I shuddered, then his fingers rimmed and tested me and I shuddered again, gagging on Luke’s cock as he fucked my face.

‘He’s real tight back here Luke,’ Dene grunted as I felt a finger entering me. ‘I reckon he’s the one who likes to do the exploring,’ Dene said behind me as his thick finger assessed the tightness of my hole, ‘Is that right?’

I didn’t answer him, but he was right, I was always the fucker. And I doubt he expected any answer, my mouth was too full of cock for me to say anything. And my own drill was beginning to throb for some attention as Dene added a second finger and probed my anal shaft deeper.

The shed was hotter and stuffier than ever and sweat ran down my body and dripped on the grease stained concrete floor. I was helpless in a nightmare I couldn’t wake myself up from. And I knew there was no one outside, no one who would hear me yelling and come to rescue me.

I swayed on the chain, rocking as Luke pulled my head back and forth, fucking my face. I was choking but short of trying to bite his tool off there wasn’t much I could do, and behind me something even thicker was trying to enter my tunnel. I tried to scream but only managed a gurgle around Luke’s huge equipment as whatever Dene was working into me finally made it through my entrance. He rotated it, sending lumps rotating about the walls of my drive, I shuddered and bucked, chocking on Luke’s tool as it muffled my screams.

‘I think he likes that wrench handle,’ Luke grunted as Dene fucked my arse with whatever he had inside me, and my tunnel quivered as I was swung back and forth from Luke’s cock, which was hitting the back of my throat, and Dene’s toy, going ever deeper. I was bucking like a lunatic and widening my arse as much as possible as the tool inside there started me quivering and cumming in spite of my screams.

They swung me back and forth like a doll for what seemed like for ever and my passage stretched, and soon in spite of the pain I was moaning as I quivered and spasmed.

Luke swung me back and forth, faster, and faster before pushing me off him and coming in my face. He rubbed his cum in as Dene removed whatever he had been fucking me with from my hole. I felt gutted when it was leaving me, and it slurped coming out.

‘He’s got a real nice gaping hole now,’ Dene chuckled, and I had no doubt I was gaping for him.

He explored my stretched passage with some new piece of arse mining equipment. This one was easier for me to take and he had me moaning as he stroked its bulbous end repeatedly over my prostrate. Luke reached under me and gripped my own swinging tool.

‘Oooh, eee, well this is a big piece of drilling equipment you’ve got here, a real big bore drill.’ Luke laughed

He barely did anything before I again shot repeated bursts of juice over the floor. I was frightened and humiliated but all my body wanted to do was moan, and buck, and shoot my seed.

Then Luke was behind me and undoing my legs, and for a few moments I thought he might be going to let me go and relaxed, going with the deep fucking Dene was still giving me. But instead of letting me go he pulled that leg to join the other which he released and pulled up and over. My body rotated around Dene’s tool without his fucking rhythm changing, I wriggled and arched at the feel of that big headed tool rotating inside me until I was on my back. I could see now that Dene was fucking me with his own tool, or rather I was fucking him as he pulled me back and forth.

Luke stood behind him and his hands wrapped around and played over Dene’s chest and belly as they kissed. I watched Dene’s cock going in and out of me and with the sight of them kissing I was recharging rapidly. Luke noticed.

‘I couldn’t hear this guy scream before, make him do it again,’ he said to Luke, watching me from where he was cuddled up behind his mate.

I whimpered in fear. There was some whispering and laughing then they broke their embrace.

Dene slipped out of me and I saw his glistening bulbous headed cock for the first time. Each of them took one of my legs walked it forward lifting my hips as they moved to tie me to the other two poles, the ones past my head. I was more uncomfortable, partly doubled over, but Luke played with the chains adjusting the level of my torso and butt.

Dene slipped right back in and Luke went behind him and I screamed and lurched. Luke was working the wrench handle inside me, right under Dene’s cock. Dene yelled almost as loudly as I did as it entered me and I was rocked back and forth, gently at first, then faster and faster, my yells and Dene’s mingling until I was flooded with his cum. Dene withdrew, and I whimpered with relief, but then a smiling Luke moved in and yelping and grunting fed his huge tool in above the wrench handle still buried inside me. I had stretched under the earlier abuse but this time it was almost unendurable. The fucking was only brief before Luke emptied himself inside me. He stayed buried but the wrench handle was removed leaving me gaping and quivering and exhausted. Dene came up to my head and tilted it back and just slid his stiff tool straight in and down my throat. I gagged just as he pulled back and he fucked my face deep and long as Luke rehardened inside me.

‘I think its time I lubricated you again,’ Luke said as he began exploring my now well evaluated shaft again.

I grunted unwillingly for him, unable to stop my self. Soon I was again rocking back and forth between the two of them shooting my load yet again, up over my belly and chest now. Luke came again and withdrew, and as he did I felt some of the cream they had both left behind dribble out along my crack.

‘Ooo eee,’ Luke said, ‘you are open and dripping. A beautiful sight,’ he added, rubbing the cream back between my cheeks.

Then they were gone and the door of the shed closed with an ominous clang.

I hung there aching and sore, sweat running off me and cum dripping out of me.

Then Luke was back ‘I’ll just leave you with something to keep you ready, ‘ he said

‘Now just so your tunnel stays wide open, ready for me to explore it I’m going to leave you with this.’ Luke said, sliding a piece of metal pipe inside me. In the position I was in I couldn’t do anything but look at the end of it poking out of my arse and hope it popped out. When he’d gone I tried pushing it out but it just sank in a fraction further stretching me more.

Outside I could hear some activity and eventually there was a loud thump, presumably as something heavy was loaded into their van. My thoughts turned from my own nightmare situation to my employer’s possible losses. There was a lot of valuable equipment in the Exploration office, and I also knew that all of it was well insured. But I realised that there was also a lot of highly sensitive and valuable data kept there that might be worth money to someone if they really knew what they were looking for.

My mind raced around in circles wondering what Dene and Luke might be stealing that was worth the risk they were taking; after all, I could identify both of them.

Well I could if I was still alive I realised. Whatever Luke had sunk in my shaft was starting to make my tunnel’s muscles quiver and I was lost between my own drill beginning to harden up again and the potential damage Luke and Dene could do to me. I wriggled and squirmed, suddenly desperate to get away. But I soon had to admit that the way they had tied me up meant I couldn’t do anything.

Soon they returned though, and Luke removed the section of pipe from my gaping hole and Dene pulled my hips back towards him. Dene’s huge drill reamed me out for ages before he came, then Luke plunged his own tool back inside for another bit of rough exploration, this time assisted by Dene’s thick fingers, just to make my entrance again feel as if it was going to tear apart. When they had both finished with me their cum was again dribbling out of my arse and I felt it running down my crack and onto the floor. Finally they moved away, talking quietly to each other as they left me and I heard the shed door open and close, leaving me suspended in silence. Outside I heard their van leave the parking lot and disappear.

It was Friday night in Adelaide on a summer weekend that was forecast to have a heat wave, and it was already suffocatingly hot and stifling inside the corrugated iron shed. My whole body ached and soon tears of fear and helplessness began to drip onto the floor under me joining the sweat and cum already darkening the oil stained concrete.

I was a mess by the time I heard noises outside, a vehicle coming in to the carpark and stopping, and in my terror I had no idea who it was. I was hoping they had come back to let me go, but terrified they had come back for some other reason. Maybe to get rid of me.

Then the shed door opened. ‘Help,’ I croaked fearfully, not able to see if it was Dene or Luke coming back, or someone else. ‘Who is it?’ I said haltingly as footsteps came closer.

Suddenly cool fingers were at my arse and I was being rimmed by a cool tongue. It was a relief for my hot, sore abused hole but also torture as now I knew they were back to abuse me again.

‘No,’ I said, then louder, ‘No, no, no,’ I screamed as I shook my body with as much strengths as I could muster, trying to dislodge the hard fingers and tongue from my arse.

‘Ok.Ok,’ a voce said, ‘Jeez, Dave, settle down.’

‘Arnold,’ I cried, ‘Arnold oh god,’ I sobbed, as a wave of relief overcame me. ‘Oh god.’

He didn’t seem to move and I tried to swing around to see him, beginning to wonder why he wasn’t getting me out of the position I was in.

‘Hey you did enjoy it, didn’t you?’ he asked hesitantly.

‘Get me down,’ I begged, desperate to be out of there, ‘Arnold, get me down.’

‘I mean, you said you’ve always fantasised about being raped,’ he was saying.

‘What?’ I said, not following, ‘Robbed, we’ve been robbed, and they tied me up. . and , just get me down please.’.

‘You did like it didn’t you?’ he asked again.

‘Arnold get me out of here,’ I yelled throwing myself about in panic, I wanted to get out of that shed and my nightmare.

Arnold finally untied my legs and lowered me to the ground where he unhooked and untied my arms and body. I was shaking with relief and fear all mixed up together.

‘Uh, are you Ok?’ he asked uncertainly his arms round me as I leant against him, clinging to him.

‘No. I am not,’ I gasped back, clutching at him. ‘Go and ring the police Arnold , just ring the police,’ I said, feeling him standing there, hesitating.

‘What are you waiting for?’ I demanded looking at him.

‘Uh, well, I thought you would like to live out your fantasy. I mean getting tied up and raped is your favourite one.’

Things were starting to fall into place.

‘This had something to do with you?’ I asked, as my fear-riddled mind got around what he had been saying. ‘Dene and Luke? You know them?’ I added uncertainly, starting to feel angry.

‘Yes, they are doing some contract work for us. They are really into domination and bondage. So . . .’ Arnold had the decency to hesitate, ‘Well, so it seemed like a good idea. They said they would make sure you enjoyed it. I mean it is your fantasy.’

I looked at Arnold, as what he had said registered. Then in a mindless rage I threw myself at him and wrestled him to the ground. Him screaming now and me ripping down his khaki shorts and somehow getting my great big throbbing drill inside his tight shaft. Then I drove it in and out of him like a pile driver. He squealed and pawed at the rough concrete trying to escape, yelling at me to stop, until the pleasure overcame the pain and he was shouting for me to go harder.

And I did go harder, so hard he was soon yelling again and beating at the concrete floor with his fists. And God I enjoyed it.

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I had sniffed the plumber guy out myself and he had seemed interested, but I was a pretty good judge of men and I didn’t think that two resolved tops would work out. I was still mulling whether I had misjudged him when my instincts were confirmed.

I’d been warned that this movie guy was crazy before I started out from Eureka to Trinidad, but just the motoring itself along Scenic Drive up the northern California coast was worth a little weird at the other end. To work in Los Angeles and live on the rugged coast above San Francisco didn’t sound all that stupid to me if you had the means and opportunity to do it, but when I reached where my directions stopped just south of Trinidad Head and looked up, I was beginning to understand what they said. A mailbox and parking pad for maybe six cars right on the inland side of Scenic Drive where it hugged the coastline close and a little path leading to steel piers and a winding staircase that led my eyes up and up and up gave me a real shock when my gaze was brought to what looked like a disk-shape alien spacecraft right out of one of those science fiction horror flicks reflecting the sun’s rays off curved metallic walls.

Not all that inappropriate for a perpetual child movie star who had wound up as a director of B movies, and, if the tabloids were even half right, a lush, coke head, and pants chaser of insatiable appetites. But still? A space ship hovering in the clouds high above the northern California coast? For starters, it must have cost him a mint, and people were flocking away from the expensive northern California coast, not to it. And, I mean, the view would be great, of course, but, gawd, look at all of those steps you’d have to climb to it. It must have five stories up the sheer side of a cliff to the underside of the thing.

But that’s where I came in. One of those steel piers, the thickest one, contained an elevator. And I was the elevator man.

I parked beside a panel van with the name of a Trinidad plumbing company on the side and walked up the path to the thickest pier. I sighed in resignation when I saw that the elevator cage wasn’t at ground level. It would be no use trying to summon it down from the house, because if it was in working order yet, I wouldn’t be here. I was here to activate it for the first time, make sure it was running smoothly, and show the new owner how to operate it.

I hoped the new owner was electronically inclined. Otherwise, I sure wouldn’t want to be stuck out in the boonies like this and trapped inside an elevator I couldn’t get open. I wouldn’t say anything to him about this, of course; you don’t sell many home elevators that way. But I’d certainly try to make sure he understood how to operate it and what to do if it malfunctioned.

I took a look at that winding staircase, huffed and puffed a couple of times to fill my lungs, and started the five-story climb. I wouldn’t have to go to the gym this evening. I took pride in my body; it was part of what sold me at pool hall and movie house. So, I worked out three times a week – pretty hard. I might make the gym tonight, but I probably wouldn’t need much leg work after this climb.

Ricky Drake himself, the child star-turned bad movie director, met me at the double front door. The ID was unmistakable, even though the heavy makeup he had slathered on his face gave me a turn. It didn’t convince me a bit, however. He couldn’t have been more than five foot four and had the perpetual boyish look that kept him fed with teen roles until he was pushing thirty. He was pushing somewhere a lot further down the road now, though, and the wrinkles were showing. A little weird to see the age on what still wanted to be a boy. He’d kept the fat off his body, which was a good thing.

After lifting his eyebrows when he greeted me at the door and giving me that hooded-eyed smile I knew so well and was willing to satisfy for a price, he floated down the hall toward the center of the circular house in a little more of a swish than I preferred. Still, if the price was right . . . ‘I’ve come to test out the elevator and make sure you know how to use it and what to do if it breaks down,’ I called out to his retreating back.

Other than saying ‘Yum,’ at the door he hadn’t spoken; he’d just turned and walked back toward the center of the house. He was wearing powder blue cotton sleeping shorts with a matching robe, open and flapping about him as he sauntered away. And barefoot. It was 11:00 AM. I wondered if I had awakened him. I could imagine that these crazy movie folks weren’t morning people.

‘That’s good, honey,’ he said in a high, boyish voice, ‘but there are a couple of e-mails I have to answer right away. I’m showing you to the kitchen, where you can get a beer out of the fridge and cool down that fine bod of yours from the climb up the stairs.’

He led me into a light-filled, circular kitchen at the very heart of the disk. It had sort of an atrium feel to it from a full circle of clerestory windows around the ceiling, which extended above the surround structure.

But that’s not what arrested my attention really. My eyes latched onto the guy who was kneeling down in front of open cabinet doors at the sink, on the balls of his feet, comfortably balanced on his haunches. Tight jeans, muscle T, showing tufts of dark hair at his pits, which I liked. He looked around as I entered the kitchen and flashed me a welcoming smile. God was he luscious. Hispanic, all dark beauty and fine form. Instant interest from both of us. And almost as instantly I sensed another exclusive top. Oh, well.

I got that beer out of the refrigerator and leaned back against the counter and watched the plumber work his magic on applying the finishing touches on pipes and faucets inside that cabinet. Off and on, he’d turn his face to me and show that smile. He obviously wasn’t as aware as I was that we were both pegs – or maybe he was just more hopeful that I was interested in some slot work. No chance of that, though.

It wasn’t long before Drake sashayed back into the kitchen and beckoned me back toward the front foyer and the top of the elevator shaft. The cage was there.

‘Wanna ride while I go over the controls and show you a few things?’ I asked as the door to the cage opened?

‘Yes, I’d love for you to give me a ride and . . . show me a few things,’ Drake answered, and then that inviting smile. ‘There’s something I wouldn’t mind being shown right now, as a matter of fact.’ He’d drawn close to me and was touching my thigh with his fingers. But I brushed past him and entered the cage. He followed and stood against the side wall, a little smirk on his face. Used to getting what he wanted, as soon as he wanted it. The bane of child stars.

I’d been here a thousand times. I don’t know why, but guys like Drake just got direct with me fast. Like they couldn’t wait or didn’t have the patience to go through the foreplay.

‘Let’s get your elevator working,’ I answered. ‘Maybe more later. But anything beyond the company clock . . . well, I’ve got expenses and lots of things I could be doing with my own time.’ I had learned that I could be direct too, that there was no use wasting time spinning wheels. I didn’t find him all that attractive for a free ride – on the margin of too old and a little freaky, trapped in that boy-man’s body and trying to stay on the boy side with that heavy makeup.

‘And I’ve got plenty of money and time,’ he answered, with that smirk.

For a good half hour, we rode up and down on the elevator and I showed him everything there was to using the controls. He used the excuse of following my instructions closely to come into my body closely. He had his hands everywhere, not just on the buttons and switches as I showed them to him. He copped a good feel of my basket, but I just ignored it while he was doing this. Let him assess the goods, I thought. They were good enough if his money was good enough.

But, God, it wasn’t just the makeup. He was wearing perfume, even if it did have some male designer’s name on it, It was still perfume. If this is what they did down in Los Angeles, I was just as glad that I was up here in Eureka. Good honest male sweat and the musk of man sex, they were fine with me. But perfume? Geez, give me a break.

‘You see this switch here?’ I said near the end of our session. ‘This is important, now. If you’ll look behind the panel, you’ll see it’s attached to a cable going up there and attaching up there. This model of elevator is known for that cable becoming dislodged and stopping the elevator wherever it is right then. Doesn’t mean the cage will fall; it just will freeze. So, if you get stuck dead, check out that cable first. Often all you need do is reattach it. And, if I were you, I wouldn’t get on the elevator at all without a cell phone handy. You never know what might get fucked up.’ The company would skin me alive if I went any farther in scaring customers with remote homes about being trapped in an elevator. But I thought I needed to at least make them as cautious as possible.

‘OK, I think I’ve got that,’ he said.

I brought the cage back up to the space craft level and reached over to push the button to open the doors, but he covered my hand with his. And I noticed he was trembling. I looked over at him. His nipples were popping out and the front of his sleeping shorts was tented. He was ripe.

‘About getting fucked up,’ he murmured. His other hand came up, A fifty was palmed in that hand.

A fifty. Mr. big spender.

‘I don’t know, guy,’ I answered vaguely, looking pointedly at the fifty. ‘I’ve gotta test out this elevator some more and its getting late. I don’ know. Makeup and perfume . . . I just don’t know.’

I obviously pushed his buttons, because he gave me a venomous look, punched the ‘open door’ button hard and flounced out of the elevator, headed toward the center of the house in flapping powder-blue cotton robe.

I mulled and mellowed as I put the elevator through its purring paces for a good twenty minutes without finding anything remotely troublesome with how it was working. I’d let old guys suck me off at the pool hall for twenty. Fifty would get me a good meal on my way back to Eureka. And the boast of doing a Hollywood director, no matter how weird or queeny he was, would have some boast value down at the movie house.

I made my decision – not having any better offers on the table and obviously not being a matched set with that hunky Hispanic plumber I’d rather be poking – and walked back into the house after finishing the elevator jiggling and test ride. I’d left the clipboard in the kitchen and I’d have to get Drake to sign off on the call sheet on that anyway.

And maybe there’d be another look at the plumber. Just maybe my assessment hadn’t been right.

But, when I got to the kitchen, I could see that my assessment had been spot on. Both the plumber and Drake were starkers and Drake was up on his butt on the kitchen counter, his legs spread wide and folded and his heels dug into the edge of the counter, giving him leverage to move his hips back and forth against the plumber’s groin. The plumber was standing between Drake’s legs. He had the heels of both of his hands plastered to the doors of the overhead shelves. Drake was holding the plumber’s waist at both sides with his small, boy’s hands.

Drake was giving little yipping sounds, and the plumber was doing real good with his plumbing. He had a nice circular movement to his pelvis that indicated that Drake was getting wall-to-wall servicing inside his channel. The plumber turned his eyes to me, and he flashed me that brilliant, welcoming smile. I got the impression he would have enjoyed me joining in the fun, and I did stay and watch for a while, fascinated with the plumber’s technique and wondering if he had length to go along with the width of what I could see at the root of his buried and rapid-stroking cock.

But then I looked down at his feet, where his jeans lay. On top of those, next to a split and empty Trojan packet, was a bill – a fifty – my fifty. Then Drake decided for me.

‘Your clipboard is there on the table, if that’s what you’ve come for,’ which he hardly got out before his cried out, ‘Oh, God, yes. There, like that . . . just like that. Again. Oh, God!’

I leaned over to the table and picked the clipboard up. He’d already signed for the elevator inspection. So, I obviously was finished here.

I took the elevator back down to the car park. Let him wait to summon for it to come back up.

I didn’t think much more about what had happened. After two more stops for lift inspections closer to Eureka, I ate at a carryout on the outskirts of the town that night and was cruised by a nervous middle-aged accountant type, who propositioned me tentatively, but who was willing to part with $60 to get fucked doggy style in the back of my van. He had wanted to pay less, but it was a matter of pride for me to get something better than Drake had offered – or that the Hispanic was willing to go for on the rebound.

And then I thought that was that and let it clear out of my mind. But that wasn’t that. Three weeks later, I got an emergency dispatch call while I was doing regular inspection of the elevators at a hospital north of Eureka. And I found myself parked on the apron off Scenic Drive and in the shadow of the alien space ship house again.

Drake had called in that he was trapped in the elevator inside the shaft, below the residence level, and he couldn’t get out. Nothing in the elevator was working, he’d reported. At least he had been listening when I told him to have a cell phone with him when he used it. Pretty strange, I thought. The elevator had been working a charm just three weeks ago, and this model was quite reliable other than that loose cable quirk. And I’d shown him what to do about that.

I went to the shaft at ground level and used my special tool to get the doors open. Peering inside and training my flashlight up the shaft, I saw that the cage was way up there, near the top. A tromp up that staircase again. I sighed, but there was no alternative, so I mounted the stairs.

Luckily I found the front door unlocked. Drake probably felt there was no reason to lock it. What burglar was fool enough to climb five flights of stairs at the edge of busy Scenic Drive just to toss an alien space ship?

Once inside the foyer, I turned to the elevator shaft and opened the doors there with my tools. The cage was just below the living level. A little hop and I was on the roof of it, and just a turn of a latch and lifting of a hatch and I was looking down at Drake, inside the cage, sitting on his butt on a thin mattress he’d dragged into the elevator, his back against the back wall of the cage.

Drake was looking back up at me with a silly grin on his face. A face without makeup. He was naked, and as soon as he saw me, he lifted both of his hands up, showing me what he was holding. In one hand he held two hundred-dollar bills. In the other, he held three Trojan packets.

He was lubing his gaping hole as I came down into the cage and stripped down, and he sucked me big while I stood over him and leaned into him, my weight balanced on hands against the bronze back wall of the cage in which I could see my reflection and enjoy the pleasure he was giving me in stereo by watching the reflection of my face in the bronze. Then I pulled his small, seemingly weightless body up off the mat with hands on his waist and thrust inside him to the tune of his boyish cries, pushing his back up and down on the bronzed wall with the strength of my cock stroking up into him, while he hooked his thighs over my hips and arched his back in abandoned pleasure.

I fucked him for an hour and then he laid me on my back and fucked himself on my tool for another hour. He’d learned positions I’d never even imagined were physically possible, and he showed me that lack of size and age had no relationship to the quality of stamina. He showed me such a good time that I almost felt I shouldn’t take the $200 – almost.

When I was near exhaustion, responsibility started to lean on me heavily, and I moved out from underneath him with a grunt and started to raise up on my knees.

‘I want you to stay the night,’ he said in a dreamy voice. ‘I want to fuck in my bed – in the shower, on the floor. Another $200?’

‘Well, first we’ll need to get this elevator going,’ I said to the little bunny, as I struggled toward an upright position, every muscle of my body overworked and sore.

‘Oh, no problem,’ Drake said in that perky little voice of his, and he bounced up onto his feet. He moved to the control panel and opened it.

‘You see this loose cable here?’ he asked. ‘A real hunk of a an elevator man told me that all you have to do is stick it back in place and the elevator’s fixed.’

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When I was younger, I organized a sleep over at my house. All my friends came. We were going to play some cards and drink some beers because my parents were gone for a few days on vacation.

My friends showed up and we started drinking and playing cards. We were all a little drunk when Lowell said ‘Next one who loses has to strip’ We all laughed and then concentrated very seriously on our cards. When I lost I said ‘how far do I have to strip?’

Lowell said ‘ALL the way’

I was embarrassed because my cock was hard.

I didnt like the idea of stripping in front of the guys, and my hard on might lead to some taunts. However, I pulled down my pants and took off my shirt. Kicked off my sneakers and pulled my under wear off, with a ‘sproing’ my hard cock anounced itself to the room.

I was expecting some jeers and put downs but no one said anything.

I sat down and the cards were dealt.

Lowell decided to take things up a notch and declared ‘the next loser has to drink our ejaculate’.

What!!! was the answer from all the guys.

No way!!

Yes way said Lowell.

We all studied our cards and then bets were made.

My friend Andy lost the hand.

We all looked to Lowell as if asking ‘ok, how do we pay off this bet.

Lowell said ‘each of you take a Playboy into a room and jerk off into a glass and then we will pour all the glasses into one. Andy will then drink our cum.

Andy looked like he was going to faint.

No! he said, I cant do this.

Oh yes you will, Lowell replied.

We all took a magazine into our rooms and jerked off into the glasses as instructed.

When we came out into the living room we all looked a bit sheepish. But no one complained.

Lowell took each glass and poured them into my dads favorite brandy snifter.

There were ten glasses of cum.

As I watched each guys sperm being transfered from the glass to the snifter, I felt my cock getting hard.

I wanted to drink the entire glass. Not only that I wanted to suck my friends dicks.

I dont know why but I just couldnt help myself.

The brandy snifter was about half full of our cum.

Andy seemed scared and kept saying ‘I cant, I cant’

I stepped up and said ‘I will take Andy into the next room and make sure he drinks it all’

Lowell said ‘No! He drinks it in front of us or if he wont then you have to drink it.

Just looking at the glass half full of my friends sperm turned me on even more.

My dick was standing at attention when I said ‘Ok I’ll drink it’.

Lowell handed me the brandy snifter half full of my friends cum.

I held it in my hand. It was still warm. There was a trail of cum that had spilled down the side of the glass and onto my fingers. I licked the cum off my fingers then said ‘Heres to you Lowell’. I let the cum from my friends cocks slowly slide from the glass into my mouth. I didnt want to swallow it for fear I would never have a chance like this again. I have tasted my own cum many times before, I love jerking off into my own mouth, but this was different. It felt like each of my friends had just cum in my mouth, all at the same time. I held the cum in my mouth savoring the taste, the texture. There was half a brandy snifter of my friends sperm in my mouth! Some of the cum started dripping down my throat and I swallowed a little at a time. I let the rest of my friends sperm collect under my tounge and rolled it back and forth in my mouth, keeping it warm.

I looked at my friend Andy and noticed his pants were bulging out in front .

I stepped over and kissed him on the lips, with our mouths open I let some of our friends sperm leak into his mouth. He groaned and said I cant and pulled away swallowing as he backed up.

I said ‘You just did’.

We looked around at our friends at this point and they had a look of astonishment and horniness on their faces.

Lowell said ‘everyone strip naked’.

And they did. I was already naked and throbbing, so I started sucking Andys dick. He started to say I cant but then just moaned and thrust his cock in and out of my mouth. Andy grabbed my head and grunted, I pulled back and jerked his cock as fast as I could so the other guys could see him cum in my mouth. Andy’s body froze in place as his cock began to shoot ropes of warm sperm into my mouth and on my lips. The taste of warm cum made me want to do things I had never done before.

I turned to see Lowell jerking off while watching us. I crawled over to Lowells cock and began to suck the head, swirling my toungue around and around. I had just started to see how much of his cock I could get in my throat when he made a growling sound and I felt a burst of ejaculate hit the back of my throat. I quickly pulled his cock out and aimed his spurts at my mouth. I really wanted all of my friends to see the warm drops and splatters of cum going into my mouth.

As I licked the rest of Lowells sperm from my lips and wrists I realized I needed more.

All my friends were just standing there jerking off, watching us. I said ‘ take turns fucking my ass while I suck your dicks’

In less than 2 seconds I had a dick in my mouth and one in my ass, pumping away to beat the band.

It didnt take long for both guys to cum almost together. I felt the warm sperm shooting up my butt and the cock in my mouth ejaculating thick shots of cum that I could slowly savor and swirl.

The other guys were jerking off while watching us and I saw that they were all ready to cum so I grabbed the brandy snifter and held it out in front of my face. Each of them stepped up and shot a beautiful load into the glass and some of their sperm missed the glass and landed on my lips and hands. I licked this extra cum off my hands and the glass. Then I put the glass on the table and proceeded to suck out the little bit of sperm leftover in their dicks. Twice I was rewarded with another few shots of ejaculate.

Some of the guys had become hard again and were taking turns thrusting their cocks in and out of my ass. Then I felt something odd but good and filling. While one guy was fucking me doggy style the other slipped underneath me and some how got his cock in my ass with the other guys cock!

I had two cocks fucking my ass at the same time and two cocks in my mouth! The guys all started to moan and groan, then I felt the cum start to spurt in my mouth just a small little spurt at first. Then a rope of cum, then a gusher of cum, it was like the guy was pissing cum in my mouth!

I felt one of the guys in my ass starting to cum and that set his buddy off. Two guys firing shot after shot of warm sperm up my ass felt soooo good with my mouth full of cum.

The guys who were hard again had started jerking off with the brandy snifter. I asked them to put the glass away and just jerk off in my mouth.

They obliged me with so many dicks full of sperm to suck. I worked each of the cocks in my mouth and my throat until they ejaculated for me.

When I woke up all the guys were gone.

I wanted more sperm. I flipped my legs over my head and started to jerk off into my own mouth and then remembered something!!

I ran to the living room and there was the brandy snifter…. three quarters full of sperm.

I sip a little cum and let it slide down my throat.

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…….

The year was 2002 and I had gotten a scholarship to a University for Literature & Journalism, I arrived at the University on a Friday afternoon, and I was setting in the registration office when In walked this young adonis looking of a guy, in cutoff denim shorts, the first thing I noticed was the muscular legs and how long and sleek they were, not skinny by any stretch of the imagination, and a large bulge laying down his leg.

Now I am a gay man about 19 yrs old and I do notice such things on other men.

He walked in and set down on the little seat next to me and layed his portfolio on the bench and looked over at me and smiled and stuck out his hand and said Hi! I’m Devon Landshire, I shook his hand and said Hello I’m Dennis Walker. He said I’ts very nice to meet you, I’m here on a track and field scholarship, and I’m hoping to be an Olympic contender, mostly a mile runner, I said man that’s impressive, and then I said, I’m here on a Scholarship for Literature and Journalism, He said wow! dude, you must be really smart to get that. I said I’ve done alright.

Well He said maybe we will be placed as dorm room mates that would be awesome, I thought to myself only if I can eat you alive, your so fucking handsome, but I wouldn’t let you know that. Facially he reminded me of Denzel Washington the actor.

Well they let us team up since the secretary had heard us say we wouldn’t mind being room mates, and I looked like we might even have some classes together, Devon said Hey dude, this is just awesome, I ain’t so good in my book learning, but maybe you can help me, I just said, sounds like a winner. Well we went to the dorm and found our room on the 3rd floor. They were nice rooms and had two twin bed across from each other and a sorta study room, a walk in closet and the whole nine yards.

I ask Devon if he was middle eastern because his Hair was jet black and he had very dark complection, He said no he was a mixed, His mother was a black woman and his father was a white man, He said you don’t have a problem with that do you? I said no way man, Your just a dark complected Human Male to me. and we will be great friends I hope, He smiled kinda like he had been worried or something.

Well we got our cars unloaded and our stuff brought up to the room and Devon said Hey, Dennis lets go exploring and see where all the classes are and the track is located, I will spend a lot of time there, I said sounds good to me.

Well we went exploring and found most of the classrooms we will be sharing our classes in, and then we found the Gymnasium and Track and Field area. Devon was In awe at the immmense size of the place, I was kinda star struck by it too.

We went back to the dorm room changed to go to supper at the school cafeteria, and the food wasn’t bad but the more I was around Devon the more I wanted to eat him. Dam he was one hot dude.

The night time finally came and I said I getting ready for bed and Devon said that’s a good Idea, and I stripped down to my boxers, Devon had boxers too and we kinda made a pact to be free with each other about walking around the dormroom in our underwear or whatever, and since we were roommates just sorta let it all hang out so to speak, Devon stripped down to his boxers, that first night, and Muther Fuck, His cock, was ‘Jinormous’ I was so fucking long the head which still had its hood covering hung out from under the leg of his boxers and was like a fire hose, I swallowed my tongue and thought only a female horse or cow could handle that thing. I mentioned it to Devon about being so long, and he just kinda laughed, Man, guys used to call it the Georgia black snake back in high school. I said I can only guess why! Devon laughed, Well I shut off the lights and I layed under the sheet across the room from Devon and couldn’t keep my mind of that big cock in Devons boxers, and I had to take my cock in hand and relieve the pressure it was making on my body.

The next day we had classes and I helped Devon with his papers he had to write for the homework assignment. Devon and I were becoming close and I never heard him talk about girls or anything, and saw no need to ask.

I was always going to watch Devon practice on the field and He was really fenominal in the area of sports, just not very academical. I did one time walk into the shower area after they were done practicing and I had to leave those gorgeous bodies were working a number on the cock straining in my trousers and I was feeling a little light headed because of it. I waited outside the locker room on the stairway and finally Devon came out and said Hey Dennis man, where did you go, Man you could have stay inside untill I was finished, I replied, Not really, and I smiled.

We went to the cafeteria for supper and then I had to go to the Library, I needed some reference books, I told Devon I would be gone about maybe two or three hours studying in the Library.

I got to the Library and couldn’t find the book I needed (It had already been checked out) and I just thought I wait a few days, and I had the Librarian put me next on the list for that book.

I walked back to my dorm room and I noticed the door was locked, and we never locked the door on each other as long as one of us was there, so I thought maybe Devon had gone some where, Well I was in for a shock. The main dorm room door leading out into the hallway was in the study room, You had to go thru the study room to get to the bed room, and so I didn’t notice Devon in the study room and I quietly slipped into the room and thought maybe he’s taking a nap, I need to be quiet. I slightly opened the door and there on his bed, Fucking Naked and holding that eleven inch cock, Hard and glistening in the light was Devon, He was stroking It like a muther fucker, My cock did a lurch and immediately needed some attention. I was starteled a little by it but Devon never slowed down a bit, I thought he would have heard me, but I noticed he had a portable CD player with headphones attached on his head beating his cock to the Music. and had his eyes closed. Man was that Hot, I almost swallowed my tongue, I wanted that hot, Dark, Hunk of meat in my mouth or ass so bad, I could taste it. He just kept the stroking up and then He did something totally unexpected. He raised up and I saw him raise his left hand up and I saw a fucking King sized Dildo in his left hand, it had to be 9 inches and quite thick thru, and he had already lubed up his asshole I guess, and he raised his knees up to his friggen shoulders and I saw him plunge that huge dildo up his asshole, fucking Lordy, it was absolutely Hot! My cock was out in a flash and I was stroking watching Devon fuck himself with a dildo.

I heard him grunt as he shoved it up his turd tunnel and start stroking it in and out and sayin oh, muther fucker that feels good, all the while stroking his gorgeous cock I saw him take that dildo all the way to the hilt and sorta set down on the remainder and make sure it stayed in his asshole, Then I heard his loud, Oh!Jeeezus, awe fuck, and He started blowing out cum all over the place, up on his chest and in his mouth, which I noticed he licked up and took his long fingers and wiped up the rest and ate it, and I knew I had to have this absolute STUD.

I waited untill I saw him finish and pull out the dildo and I walked in with my cock in my hand, and I said Devon I have wanted to have sex with you for so long now, Man My nuts are aching and Need releasing, I didn’t know you were like this, Devon was starteled and then said you saw? I said, I saw! He said man I didn’t want anyone to know I was Gay, I said fuck man, I’m gay too, whos gonna know, I have admired your body since I saw you in your boxers that first night, Devon said. Really, I wish I had known, I have jerked off to your body while you weren’t looking quite a few times. I said, Well Devon things are about to change, And I leaned over his body, naked and gorgeous and started licking the remainder of his cum off his body, he just layed back and groaned, My cock was about to explode and Devon reached over and took it into his hand, and I said It’s only eight inches long but it’s all I have Devon said, Man it’s beautiful, and I want it here and he pointed to his mouth, Man His mouth was just flaming hot, wet and he could take it all the way to the nutsack, fuck it was awesome, his tongue was doing a dance on the head of my dick. He started sliding my cock into and out of his mouth and putting pressure on the head of my dick and the feeling was astronomical, I was a fucking gonner, Devon was rubbing my nutsack and sucking and then he pushed his slicked up index finger up my manhole, It felt like a small six inch dick and it was wonderful, I said you want to fuck me, and he said not tonight but later deffinately. The next thing that happened He said Dennis, lay down on your back and I did and Devon took my hard cock and set up on top of me and gently let himself down onto my cock, and he said Oh Fuck mand I love this, and he started riding me I had it to the balls deep in his poop tunnel and he was stroking his Georgia Black snake like a madman. I was watching him and His cock was almost close enough to my face that i could touch it with my tongue, and I did, He said totally awesome dude, totally awesome, He was fucking me, like a madman and I started up with the grunting and groaning like crazy cause He was milking my cock with his sphincter muscle and I couldn’t last any longer I started thrusting up into his ass and He started breathing heavy and shooting a load all over my face and chest and I started unloading in his ass, we were just going wild.

After a while we started comming down from our climatic high and just sorta layed back in each others arms, He said Dennis man, that was fucking awesome, and I said I know, WE have to do this more often and He said Without a doubt.

Well We enjoyed each others bodies quite often and tasted each others man cream, Well to be quite honest we had a hell of a year with each other in College, Devon improved in his academic lessons and started making really good grades and I started being better at the healthy stuff like running track with Devon, I guess during the years of college we were actually lovers and I accompanied him to the Olympic Trials and then back. I have really enjoyed what I had with Devon and Will never forget my time at college with him.By the way I did get to see what that Georgia Black snake felt like in my ass hole and It Was as they say down south ‘Fucking Bodatious’

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